Wanna be sisters (?) đđˇđđâď¸đđ§
Last updated: 28 oct 2025
Synopsis: Just your regular reincarnation story, or is it? What happens when MC, the one the universe of LaDS revolves around, suddenly becomes obsessed with you? And how will this affect the love interests?
Able to embed cursed energy into objects, she possesses the unique power to transform ordinary items into formidable artifacts that attract and command followers bound by the dark energy. Each object she infuses gains a life of its own, becoming a vessel for her will and a source of influence in the cursed realm.
This is a Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen x reader. Everyone is an adult in this fanfic.
itâs brutal the way heâs got you. one massive arm locked around your throat, his thick and bulky bicep digging into the sides of your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. your vision hazes every time he drags you back against his chest, body jerking from the force of his cock spearing into you from behind. sukuna doesnât just fuckâhe wrecks, and youâre folded right into it, drooling, whining, and clinging to his forearm like itâs the only thing keeping you from shattering.
âf-fuck, sukunaâaaahhh! sâtoo muchââ your voice breaks off into a cry, guttural and needy, when his hips slam forward again, heavy balls smacking up against your soaked pussy. your words come out messy, whiny, punctuated by the wet slap of your bodies colliding.
he snarls against your ear, lips grazing your temple, voice low and sharp like heâs carving the words into your skin. âshut up and take it. you love how deep iâm in youâdonât you, slut?â
your throat strains against his arm, strangled moans spilling out with every brutal thrust. ây-yeahâ! oh my gooodâyesss, fuckâso deep, âkunaaa!â the veins in his forearms pop as he squeezes tighter, pulling you back so hard your spine arches, ass cheeks bouncing against his pelvis. his big cock drags through you raw, fat head bullying past your walls like it owns you, every push harder than the last. slick gushes down your thighs, dripping messily, the squelch loud in the air.
âlisten to youâsquealinâ on my cock like a whore. can feel your cunt squeezing around me.â his tone is mocking, hot, but not cruelâlike heâs reveling in how perfectly youâre falling apart on him. âiâm gonna fuck the air outta your lungs if you keep cryinâ like that.â
âc-canâtâhahhhâcanât stopâfuck, âk-kuna, youâre splitting me open!â you sob, face twisted against his forearm as tears bead at the corners of your eyes. every thrust is mean, angled deep, his cock dragging across that spot inside you until your thighs tremble uncontrollably. he growls, rutting in harder, chest vibrating against your back. âgood. thatâs my girl. cry all you wantâyour pussyâs milking me like itâs never letting go.â
your cries turn into high-pitched, desperate wails, voice breaking each time his hips smack against you. âahhh! 'kunaâfuckfuckfuck, i-iâm gonna cumâdonât stop, please donât stop! hnnnghhhh!!â he chuckles darkly, flexing his bicep against your throat until youâre gasping, seeing stars, his cock pistoning into you like heâs set on rearranging everything inside. his mouth drags over your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. âcum on it. make a mess all over my cock while i fuck this tight hole raw.â
and you do, body convulsing, clamping down hard around him as you sob out his name, nails digging into his arm while his thrusts only get filthier, wetter, nastier. sukuna fucks you right through it, rutting deep, cock stretching you so wide you swear you can feel him in your guts.
the headlock tightens one last time, your vision blurring at the edges as he slams in your battered pussy with a growl. âthatâs it. take every inchâtake it all, fuuuck.â
the room is nothing but your wrecked, whiny moans and his cock pounding into you like heâs never gonna let you go.
Š seidoll | don't copy, repost, or translate any of my work
Synopsis. How he reacts when you joke about a sĂŠx ban? FeraI.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, sĂŠx bans, they go feraI, manhandIing, headIocks, rough s, p sIapping, DESPERATE JJK men, marathons, creampĂes, pushing it back in, true form Sukuna, dp, slight oraI (fem rec.), pĂšssydrĂšnk men, begging, GOJOâS POWERS, matĂng presses, theyâre mean, Shiu cameo, pet names, swĂŠaring.
A/N. SUGAR ON MY- TONGUE-
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Second opinion?
âWhatâs that, mama?â Tojiâs sleazy grin only stretches at your babbled answer, more whines than words by now.
âTojiâmmpf!â
And without warning- without even a shred of hesitation, he spanks his rugged fingertips down onto your teary slope. Forcing the wetness of your core to let off the loudest slurp, âHm? I canât hear you over the sound of these pretty lips. Yâknow, the ones whoâd never suggest a tch- ban.â
There it was - that lilâ joke thatâd gotten you into this mean headlock in the first place.
Youâd wanted to find out how long itâd take for your husband to crack - and onward passed an hour, two, six until Tojiâs chiselled abs were against your back, his beefy forearm crushing your throat. Rutting.Â
You try to gurgle out a plea but heâs already pounding it back in with his roverinâ red tip. âWhatâs thaaat? Now I canât hear ya over the sound of you, heh, finishing.â
WhatâŚ?Â
You shuffle as if you were about to whirl around, âWhat do you m- oh.â
Your fuzzy mind sparks with the realization that you were close- and Toji had noticed it right before you did.Â
Had used his forearm to bend you back into the most perfect arch, had swabbed his veiny cock straight into your most tender orifice. Heâs mapped out your every nook nâ cranny so well that Toji bruises your g-spot dead-on.
Making white-hot sparks burst behind your eyes, âI-Iâm cum-nghâing.â Youâre left shaking all prettily as the full force of pleasure washes over you.
âSee now, if we were on a sex ban then whoâd make you- fuuuuck- cum like this?â
Creaming âround his thrusting shaft- and heâs just so vicious with his cadence. Youâre cumming and heâs fucking you through it perfectly. Pump after solid pump that applies pressure against your ass, leaving your limp body collapsing down onto the pillows-
âAh ah.â With only a surprised grunt, Toji suddenly uses the hand on your throat to lift you clean off of the dampened mattress.
Your slick thighs against his, his curly black happy trail scratchinâ your back. Barely even a lewd doggy position right now, you were being fully supported by him.Â
He wasnât done just yet.
One of his muscular legs hike up to gluing against the side of your hips, letting the changed angle maze his swollen, wet cocktip even deeper. âSee, doll?â The pure primal stretch just feels so sinful that your mouth canât help but water- and Toji canât help but raise his free hand to push the wads of saliva back in. âSee? Heh, sloppy girl, thatâs all that ngh- talk about a sex ban coming outta ya.â
He was just so mean. You throw your head back against his plush pecs nâ whine, âIt was a- fuck! It was a joke, Tojiââ
âOh? A- fuck, joke was it?â Gruffly, he flexes his biceps until your airwayâs being seized. Feeling each winding vein on his forearm press up against you, âWell mânot laughing, mama? Are you laughing?â
He wasnât asking you.
He was rudely piercing you with a particularly hard buck, snickering at the lecherous sound of his ballsack slamming against your swollen pussylips. You were just so needy and so was he. âHeh, nope.â Toji pops the âpâ, watching your eyes roll all the way back to your head. âNot laughing at all. Youâre just beinâ fucked silly.â
And youâd be more offended if he wasnât so fucking right.
Those six hours were enough for him to grow greedy. To grow almostâŚanimalistic.Â
He fucked you like he didnât even want you to think of some stupid ban, brushing against all your sweetest spots in only a way that he could.Â
The thoroughly veined underside of his shaft slips against your crevices and makes you moan, at such a pretty pitch that he canât get enough of. âI-hck! I am- I am I am, it just feels so, ngh, good.âÂ
Canât stop himself from manhandling you further back into his ripped front. Shaggy bangs falling over his darkened eyes as he stares down at your cross-eyed expressions. ââGoodâ huh?â Smack! Another one of his spanks plant down on your dripping pussy, the vibrations making your ears pop. âWasnât this the same hah- girl oâ mine who threatened a fucking sex ban? Whereâs she, huh?â
âDonât- would hck! never-â Youâre hiccuping, waist starting to grind back into his in hypnotizing figure eights. And Toji himself gets a good grip on your ass cheeks to help you maneuver, âDonât wanâ a sex ban, Toji-â
Teasing, âHmmm, wonder if I can trust that?â
âP-pleaseâ!â Suddenly panicked as he playfully slows down his drilling, just the flared ridge of his tip now bashing in your nerves.Â
Heâs able to control himself to merely toy with your sultry cunt for a few strokes before reverting back to his out-of-control pace. Back to slashing the spongy end of your cervix with his swollen globe, it was just too adorable how he could get you to eat your words. Too adorable when you were like this. âPlease what?â
âNo more sex- sex ban-â Babbling away, your eardrums ring after the constant rhythm, your velvety walls clench. âPlease! Promise I wonât ngh- joke about that again, just donât stop- ngh.â
âYou wonât?â
âI wonâtâ!â
Loooong, scouring jackhammers that web all of your insides in creamy pre. âGood.â And yet, heâs still letting his sloppy drags falter just a tad.Â
Heâs letting you mewl in impatience for a moment- swiftly reaching over for something on top of your shared bedside drawer. And only then do you realize that incessant sing-song noise in your ears wasnât just from the sheer raw force of his thrusts. It was because of Tojiâs ringtone.
Gasping, you swivel your head back and squint at his phone, and - most importantly of all - the flashing contact name upon the screenâShiu.
Just in time to watch as Tojiâs thumb twiddles on top of the sliding button to answer. Just about to click. âBut maybe we should get a, heh, second opinion on that?â Just about to show off.Â
âOh.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Too much.
âIs it too much, my love?â Nanamiâs hushed tone departs in a gasp, slow nâ sensual.
And thatâs exactly how heâs arching his toned hips ever-so-slightly, feeding your weepy cunt with just a few more of his fat inches. He was just too big- damn near nine inches, the rotund crown of his shaft stretched you out torturously perfectly.Â
Your husband leans his handsome face in to kiss away a few of your tears, grunts shattering at the back of his throat when he sinks in deeper with a sluuurp. âYou hafta hah- speak tâme, darling.â He swabs his thick thumb down to press on your clit, like a button. âTell me what you want. This pretty pussy canât be speaking for the both of you now, can it?â
âI-I knowââ Youâre managing to whine out, half-drunk on the pure stretch. You glide your fingers through his tawny locks, âItâs just too- fuck! too good- t-too big, I should put you on a sex ban for my sanity, Kento.â
âMhmmm, we can do that.âÂ
âOh- I was jok-â
âBut I donât want to wear you out tonight, my love.â With a final, sweet peck heâs motioning himself to move off from on top of you. âIâll get on that- right-â
And you catch the exact moment that Nanamiâs voice warbles, the exact moment that heâs humpinâ his hips back. The rugged lines of his cock grazing down your slick, slick walls in an attempt to pull out of you- and you catch the exact moment that he breaks.
That heâs feeling your cushy innards clench with a squelch, and Nanami throws his head back with a groan. âF-fuck-â Heâs unintentionally hissing, feeling all your cute insides gobble him back up greedily. âHah, you have to- to let me pull if youâre planning on a sex ban-â
And itâs just too sexy to watch as the ever-sensible, ever-stoic Nanami Kento breaks apart on your honeyed cunt. So you can only flutter your eyes up with a pout, âSo pull out thenââ
âI will- I will.â Heâs rasping, sounding like itâs more to convince himself than you. With two hands planted upon both sides of your head, Nanami reels his elongated length backwards and sweats. A slippery bead of perspiration that formulates at his temple and drips down, âIâll have toâŚto get of now-â
Youâre affirming. âMhmââ Smirking, you loop your legs tighter âround his sculptured waist.Â
âI have to move- now-âÂ
And itâs a sex ban. A sex ban means that there should be no sex, right? Right? So why was it so fucking hard for Nanami to completely ease out?Â
Letting the thick, reddened tip of his shaft sag against your entrance, pryinâ apart your saturated folds. âAnd I will after one- one more thrust.â Moaning after a rough jackhammer that drives his tough v-line against your inner thighs.Â
Nanamiâs loooong cock probes right into the syrupy bottom of your pussy and leaves his leaking tip raw. Heâs just so gone on the slamming sensation that he gasps- he pants. âM-maybe two more-â Back arching forwards, abs crushing against your front. Your poor cunt gets pummelled with not one, not two- but three more vicious jackhammers. âI need to stop, maybe I just canâtâŚcount.â
âYou canât- fuck- count, Ken?â Just that drunk on your pussy, he doesnât think he could recall his very own name by now if you asked.
But Nanami only nods fervently, running one hand of his down your front with adoration. If you thought the primal stretch before was too much, then you certainly werenât ready for the feeling of him pushing down on your stomach while he nearly bottomed out.
Grunting, âCount- m-maybe if you count then Iâll be able to pull out-â
âM-me? Oh, fuck. One-â The tables are turning so rapidly- he doesnât give you the time to think on it, doesnât even give you time to breathe before spanking your swollen folds with the entirety of his bulky base.Â
âGood. GoodâŚâ Nanami strangles out whilst he punctures your womb with yet another slash of his erection. He hisses, âAnd this oneâ?â
âTwoââ With your eyelids scrunching shut, youâre being faced with yet another pressurized thrust. Your husbandâs prolonged tip brushing your cervix- so hard that heâs recoiling back with a whack. Barely even a thrust - more of a mere half-thrust that he canât control. That he canât stop.
That heâs pushing nâ pushing into the deepest depths of your cunt, Nanami anchors his feet firmly on the mattress and repeats. âThree-â Again, a rapid, ruined rut that feels more animal than man. âFour- five- six.â
âFuck!â He barks into your agape mouth, only just now dawning with the realization that he was held hostage on your dewy wet cunt. âEight- ten.â
âK-Kentoooâyouâre counting wrong, too.â
And youâre pathetically letting your maw hang open- perfect for him to mindlessly leer his pursed lips forwards and spit. A wettened bead of liquid that you swallow- and that makes his eyes widen. âOh, fuck.â
He was completely stuck. He doesnât think he could pull out even if he wanted to.
He doesnât even realize what heâs doing once he snaps the meaty upper part of his body down, down, down to press his forehead to yours. Your legs on his shoulders, your drivelling cunt filled up to the brim.Â
Your husband had you in a damn sloppy mating press after all the agonizing thrusts that youâd clamped him all through. And right now he doesnât ask if itâs too much, he doesnât ask how many more rutting hammers it would take- âHow- hah, how aboutâŚâ
âYes- ngh, yes?â Youâre blinking up blearily at him, the taste buds on your tongue crackling with scorching saliva.Â
And he only leans in and licks up the sprinkling droplets by the corners of your mouth, âHow about a sex ban afterâŚI get you pregnant, darling?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - CHIT-CHAT
âA sex ban?â Geto seethes, he fumes out his scorching breath until you whimper. And thereâs a sort of mad tinge in his voice- something tremoring, something dark. âA fuckinâ sex ban because my girl got jealous?â
Well, it was a joke. Sort ofâŚ
It wasnât your fault that heâd simply paid too much attention to your treacly cunt, whispering sweet nothings between your legs.Â
It wasnât your fault that you got just a little restless, threatening a sex ban when he got a bit too pussydrunken.Â
And it wasnât your fault that heâs manhandling your trembly legs further up his shoulders, plunging his bulging tip deep into your cervix. Making you let off a few slurps that leave him nodding, âMhmâand of her own fuh-fucking pussy too, can you imagineââ So mean. So strong- your squirminâ bodyâs being pulled straight back into his by a hand on your throat. And you staunchly refuse to spit a word. âWell, if you donât wanna talk tâme thenâŚâ
In a split-second, youâre being flipped over like a mere ragdoll. Geto hastily leaning his head over to spitâa glittery wad of spit that drips down the back of your folds.Â
With a snicker at the way you shiver, he runs one of his knobbly thumbs down your slit and swirls it âround and âround. Making such a mess of the liquidy coating on top, youâre whimpering- âO-oh fuck, just like that-â
âAh ah, not talking to me, remember?â Mockingly, Geto shakes his head with a tut. Pressing on your clit so that youâd purposefully start dripping all down his dexterous wrist, âAt least she hasnât banned me just yet- heh.â
You furrow your brows, âY-you- Suguru, youâre so-â
âWhat?â Spank! The crowned circle of his shaft swats your entrance, gluing your hole shut with a few sprays of precum. And before you know it, Getoâs sinking innnn.
Heâs pryinâ apart your soppy walls by sticking in his solid inches- âI canât hear you-â When you start babbling, he bucks in just a bit deeper so that your pussy cries out once more. âOh? Handsome?â
âWh-what-â
âIsnât that what you oh- said?â Tilting his head down with a grin, the inky tendrils of Getoâs hair tickles your spine as he makes you arch-arch-achhhh. Deeper so that his curvaceous girth can bully inside- âHandsome, huh?â Almost proving his point, the newer intrusions still make such lewd noises. âWhy thank you, gorgeous. And what elseâ?â
Clawing at the sheets- he bumps the fragile area of your g-spot and you find your hand shooting out to clutch at the headboard.
Something that Geto has the audacity to pry apart with his own fingers and press a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. Thwackâthe friction of skin-on-skin still makes your puffy folds slurp. âKind, too, huh? Oh you, mmm, flatter me.â
âF-fuck off-â
âHuhhh, another compliment?â Pretending like the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame was too loud for him to hear, he burrows his cock so sloppily into your womb. âLouder, gorgeous.â
You whimper, âS-such- an-â Voice utter shrills after each thump upon thump of his rovering cock, proudly filling up every crevice. Deeper. âSuch-â
Faster. âS-s-suchâ?â
Harder. â-an asshole!â
âUndeserving of a sex ban?â He doesnât even know how he managed to say those words without any warbles, because itâs followed by a jackhammer of his hips so hard that Getoâs entire pelvis turns red. So hard that his bulging tip swells even bigger. So hard that heâs crushing your poor frame underneath his weight and pounding you straight into the bedsprings.Â
Until your jaw permanently unfastens, until your chin slicks with so much cockdrunken saliva that it drenches the satin pillow underneath. âNo- yes.â Geto grins at your lilâ conundrum. âDonât wanna sex ban- please, ngh, want more, Suguru.â
âHeh, donât think I need to hear from a ngh- girl who pretended she herself could handle a fucking sex ban.â
Heâs just so mean. Pouring out creamy precum into each of your tiniest orifices until youâre all webbed up, such a carnal sensation that you can feel your thighs start to tremble like a leaf. âB-but Iâm so close-â
âLetâs ask her, hm?â
Purposefully, Getoâs flared mushroom tip rubs up nâ down your bruised g-spot. And he takes in each tear, each broken noise, each clench as you edge closer to that lecherous high. Squelch after squelch.Â
Your boyfriend was just too good at wrecking you from the inside, leaning over till your spine grates against his washboard abs. âShe says youâre cumming.â With a grunt one of his hands pull back on your clammy scalp- just so that he can take in your pretty, pretty expression. âMy girl says sheâs cumming.â
âYes-â Sparks shoot from between your legs, like electricity each time he runs his vein-covered cock raw on your walls. âPlease please please- mâso close-â
âThen whatâs stopping you?â
Only a few more vulgar thrusts of his, building up nâ up until your entire body was shaking. His meaty thighs were now permanently glued to the backs of yours, scouring cockhead bashing your velvety innards.Â
You feel Getoâs happy trail lick up your back, his pointed tip pinpointing your exact g-spot- stirrinâ around in a pattern that almost feels like a heart. And you think you might just-
âUpsy daisyââ
Squelch-squelchhhhâboth that noise and your yelp of displeasure are the only things ringing in your ears by now. Because Geto doesnât let you cum - he lets you wallow right by the edge of your peak, pulling his thick cock out in mere seconds.
âIâll tell you whatâs stopping you.â The underside of his shaft spanks your pussy with a wet splat! âHeh, what? You thought I was going to be ngh- nice to you after that? Awww, my poor babyâ-â Crooning, he then reaches a hand underneath to press up on your stomach. Up and up creating pressure as Getoâs fat, strawberry-shaded tip slips back in. âThatâs what you get, greedy girl.â
âB-but I was soâŚâ Weakly, you can barely even speak through your tears- ones that Geto readily cranes over to lick up the salty sweetness.Â
âB-b-butââ Teasing in such dramatically high octaves, he kisses you - only to spit a gluey wad of spit between those swollen lips. âNow tell me why you deserve to cum before I put a sex ban on you~â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Sooo anxiousâŚ
It was after hours upon hours of Choso fucking you like he was crazed, after youâd jokingly imposed some âsex banâ purely out of worry for his wellbeing. His neediness.
When he found himself cuddled up to you- your back to his ripped front, his overworked cock against your ass cheeks. All soft nâ sensual until- âChoso-â You whisper, feeling the bedsheets rustle with movement.
And oh, was it movement.
You could feel his plump cock swell in size at merely the sound of your voice saying his name. His harsh abs pressing ever-closer as he drags the tip-top of his shaft down your leaking slit. âChoso, ngh- are you okay, baby?â
âMy babyâŚâ Fuck, he sounded breathless already. Dribbling wet pre down the inner parts of your legs, you already had his creamy cum slicked to your thighs in a sheen and this was only making everything worse.Â
Choso ruts like an animal- until his bulging tip was sticking between your sensitive folds and he finds himself holding back utter tears. âOh, baby, you donât understand. Youâre driving me mad.â
âDonât tell me you want to go al-ngh- already?â Youâre panting out in pure shock, âCho, you were cumming dry only minutes ago-â
âAnd I promise it wonât happen again.â He sounded so serious- so tautly wound up as if the constant rubbinâ in circles around your wet entrance was shattering whatever was left of his sanity. Whatever was left of his self-control. âI know- I know I know I have a hck! sex ban butâŚâ
And Choso canât even finish his damn sentence given the way your first tight ring of muscle tries to clench - around nothing.
Youâre watching in pure awe at the way this makes your poor boyfriend bite back a sob- wanting to soothe your heated cunt as soon as possible. You swivel your head back further simply to take in the pretty right of him - lips puffy nâ pouted, dark lashes heavy with tears, cock aching.Â
Rock-hard.
So youâre running your hands through his sweaty, silky hair with a slight cooââAww, fine.â Holding back a giggle once his breath catches - youâd broken him. âThe sex banâs over, Ch- oh.â
Without even finishing your sentence- suddenly youâre being spearheaded by all eight thick inches of Chosoâs ravenous cock. He doesnât even hesitate, stretchinâ out your every tender orifice until you were yelping-
âDonât move.â Before you can even blink, your squirming hips are being put in place. One of his strong legs hooks over your body, pinning your ass against his pelvis as his length fills you up desperately. Blissfully. Itâs as if Choso Kamo breaks just as soon as he found himself between those pretty legs of yours. Tears flowing, smooth baritone cracking. âDonât move, Iâm gonna hngh! Fuck, just being inside you makes me wanna c-cum.â
âBut I need to- oh, youâre so big, Choââ Keening, your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head at the raw, primal stretch. He was just so big that no matter how many times you took him, it always made your thighs tremble nâ your folds ache.
âThen- thenâŚâ Without warning, instead heâs slowly pryinâ apart your bloated pussylips with one thumb. Pushing inside the wads of cum thatâd started to spray out of you, âHow about this- because I canât- oh. After so long, I canât-â
âAfter so longâ - it had only been minutes into a sex ban. Close to tears at this point, Choso was just rutting and rutting and rutting. Barely even thrusts- mere, mindless bucks that shoved half his length inside you.
You were so tight that it was like heaven to have him shaping your walls, snagging on each vein zig-zagging down his shaft. âFuck- fuck fuck fuck, mâstill so sensitive.â
âM-me too-â He chokes out, but he sure wasnât acting like it.
Because Choso didnât even need to scour the edge of your cervix to start drilling into you like he was maddened. Hard. Fast. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and his palm slides down your tummy to feel for himself.Â
Your boyfriend gasps once he feels the plummeting bump of his rotund cockhead, and presses down. âDonât think I ever wanâ a sex ban a-again, baby.â He moans, âNever ever- not when I pump you all full like this. Doesnât matter if I b-break myself-â
âYouâre so greedy, babyââ And you can only whine and whine, letting his vicious hips tenderize your back. He was still stuffinâ himself inside just to reach your very end-Â
And it takes one, two, three entire thrusts for his thick, ruby-red globe to finally scrape the target of your cervix. For him to snap his bulged eyes open at the realization that heâd finally bottomed out- and for Choso to cum.
Just from the feeling of having his long, pretty cock being sheathed by your cunt.
Youâre dripping wet syrup all âround him- and heâs just piling onto it. White, stringy wads of cum that pour out of him like a fountain, âF-fuck! Choso, again?â
And if that wasnât enough, he had one palm still stuck to your front. Pushing down with each knot of seed being fucked right into you, webbing up your poor insides. Again and again and-
âAgain-â Choso sputters, and for a second you think heâs answering your previous question.Â
That is, until his handsome face removes from its hiding place at your throat, and looks down at the seeping puddle of sap gluing to your thighs below. And something in his expression darkens- âWhat a waste. Now we hafta go a-again, babyâŚâ
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - âWHAT?!â
You shouldnât have tested the king of curses.
You shouldnât have - because the moment some utter nonsense about a âsex banâ leaves your mouth, Ryomen Sukuna gawks. He grins as if youâd just told the funniest joke humanly possible.Â
And he was grinning for the first hour, the first night, all the way up until the second night. When Sukunaâs mouth wasnât smiling any longer, but the cursed one slashed across his abs was. All pearly canine teeth on display, the slimy expanse of his second tongue slashing outwards.
He was in control. Sukunaâs letting his lavish taste buds slither up your thighs, pushing your panties just to the side so that he can pry apart your puffy folds. Trying to push its way in-
He wasâŚ
âF-fuck, Kunaââ Youâre shaking out, legs fallinâ further apart so that he can knock his tongue against your neglected clit.Â
âŚdefinitely not in control.Â
âWhat?â The King gruffs out from beside you, arms crossed stubbornly as if his second gluttonous maw wasnât just making a complete nâ utter mess of you right now. âWhaddaya want now, spoiled human?â
The lecherous tip of his tongue was just glued to your orifice by now, poking in and out teasingly. Just the way that drove you frenzied with need, bucking up in constant jerks for more, more, moreââI-I wanâ your cock, hngh.â
âYou said you wanted a sex ban, brat. You can have one. I canât control what this thing does.â And as if to prove his point, his tongue gives a punishing spank down onto your perky clit. The devious smirk that breaks across both his mouths is enough to send shivers down your spine. A coral pink brow raises at you smugly, âUnless ya wanna take me yerself.â
He was just teasing. He was just toying with your greedy sanity, drivinâ you further and further up the wall with the mean flicks of his tongue.Â
And itâs with a controlled huff that you find yourself getting up onto unsteady limbs. Watching as Sukunaâs sleazy expression distorts into something of shock- you somehow manage to clamor yourself up onto his upper body.
Thighs surrounding his bulky waist, your teary slit kissing the top of his cock.Â
Your dominant hand presses between his two cushy pecs pushing the king down, grumbling. âF-fine then.â
He beams up at you - something sinful. âF-f-fuck me, then.â
And youâre just too cute when you act like you can take his dual, rock-hard cocks without any help. Your hips quiver as youâre shufflinâ yourself down inch by agonizing inch, letting the massive circumferences of his lengths stretch you wide open.Â
A few of his prominent veins scrape along your softest insides and make you shiver, âSee?â Jutting your lower lip out into a pout that makes his crowned cocktips flinch inside of you. âI can take it-â Jerk after jerk that has him bullyinâ apart your walls to squeeze him deeper. âI can- oh, ngh.â
âHaaaa? Yeah, youâre takinâ me, huh, mama?â Rudely, heâs spanking the side of your ass cheeks and that makes you slip your stumbling way further down. And Sukuna has to fight to keep out the crackling moans that try to seep their way into his tone- fuck, why did you have to feel so damn good? âAtta girl. What happened to- hah, to that sex ban, huh? Canât resist The King- can you, mama?â
âSh-shut up-â You canât say anything more- not with the way that his sheer size was filling your mind completely.
Sex ban? What sex ban? The only thing that was ringing throughout your mind was the primal ache of his spearheading cockheads. Thick, globular tip swabbing aside your tightest folds, Sukuna makes you sob with a tunnelling buck. âHeh, sâalright, brat. I get it, this pussyâs just- ngh, weak fâme.âÂ
âS-sâjust your cocks-â
âJust my cocks, hm?â One of his clawed digits drag up the front of your stomach, its honed point dangerously tracing the pathway of his massive cylindrical outlines. âMy cocks that are all the way- hngh-â Pressing down on the bumpy ridge of where he was hitting your cervix, â-here. Think you could ever suffer through a sex ban wâme?â
âYou were the one wh-who broke it firstââ And just on time, his greedy neglected taste buds were rovering âround the outside of your pussy. Drinking up each drip-drip-drip of syrupy slick like his very own faucet, âYour tongue is- ngh, the one who- fuck.â
Rolling his cocky crimson eyes, he breaks off your cockdrunken babbling with a thorough few thrusts. Letting the bashinâ away of his crowned tips dig into your womb, âAs if, who can you stay without me.â âIsnât that right? Huhhh? Couldnât stay away from your king- from my- oh, f-fuck.â
And all it takes is for a singular, soppy squeeze - for your cute walls to come down crushing his greedy lengths. Gluing your soft innards to his veiny shafts- and Ryomen Sukuna stutters.
His voice breaks.Â
All it takes is a singular, soppy squeeze for him to be complete putty between your legs, merely bucking up into you like a damn animal in heat. Pump after pump thatâs creaming his bludgeoning cockheads- fuck, how did he last this long - two entire days - without your heavenly pussy again?
And you could swear that his tonality was verging into near-whimpers by this point, âI-I meanâŚanything you want, my queen.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - Pretty, pleaseâŚ
You think it had only been mere minutes- likely not even an hour until you had your poor, tortured boyfriend pushing you against the nearest flat surface of your kitchen counter.
His thighs caging you in, his upright cock pressing against your ass and dry humping.
Ino felt like he had gone fucking feral. Pearly whites digging into the side of your neck, guttural grunts leaving him each time the veiny expanse of his cock caught on your sultry folds. You were being used for his lecherous pleasure and youâve never been wetter- grinding yourself back onto his swollen length. âT-Taku- what do you think youâre doing, hmâ?â
âIâm sorry-â Itâs the first thing out of his mouth. And he can feel his taste buds sizzle with the oncoming wave of saliva, âI canât even remember the fucking- fuck! argument just-â His tone dips into somethingâŚpleading. â-a sex ban? Really?â
You werenât entirely serious about it - just a spur of the moment statement to what had been a silly lilâ argument.Â
But fuck, was it ruining Ino.
From the inside out, and he was rutting up into you like he was trying to thrust it out. And you canât help but giggle at the pure desperation in his furrowed brows, âAwww, do you forfeit, baby?â
âI forfeit-â Gasping, panting. The more needy heâs going, the further his globular cockhead is probinâ- pushing apart your swollen folds and slide-slide-sliiiiding between them. âPlease- please, take of this- fucking sex ban. Just give it tâme- ngh, I want it- I need to have it.â
âMmmââ Running your fingers underneath his clammy ski mask, youâre swiftly pushing it off and it falls to the floor soundlessly. âOnly if you say âsorry.ââ
Whimpering, âMâsorry-â
âLouder, Taku.â
âMâsorry.â Another snagged thrust- and youâre just weak in the knees. You almost canât believe you had the audacity to tease his fat, throbbing cock when it just felt so good- Another half-thrust into thin air, another heave. âPlease, sweetness. Iâm begging- begging.â
You had him nearly on his knees.Â
âMmm, fine thenââ
And then, your mouthâs just transforming from a grin to a sultry âoh!â of shock. Because at that very moment, heâs stuffing you so full of his vulgar, thickened cock that youâre overspilling sweet sap.Â
Dripping in a glistening ring down the sides of his bulky base, Ino doesnât wait until youâre adjusting to try and bully himself even deeper. One hand pushing down on the back of your scalp to pin you down, the other holding onto your waist and hitting his toned hips upwards.
âFuck-â Heâs gasping, barely even halfway in but still half-thrusting. The nub of your clit finds its place between his fingers and he squeezes. âFuck, look at you- I hafta get you, mmm, all shaped to my cock again.â
Youâre keening, finding your heels lifted cleanly off of the kitchen tile. Heâs mazing his girth into you so hard that the sheer force has him supporting your lower half, âI think youâre doing a ngh- damn good job of it-â
âNot good enough-â And then heâs slapping one of his slender hands down on your slope, two doughy fingerpads of his index nâ middle slipping into your leaky orifice. Streeeetching you out even furtherâ â-yet.â
Itâs such stimulating dual pleasure- as if Ino was making up for the meager minutes that he was left without your heavenly pussy. He was fucking you like he was still furious with you, the blushinâ red inches of his cockhead sticking to your cervix with pre.Â
âYa left such a- ngh, big job fâme.â Your boyfriend whispers like a mantra into your ear, scorching the shell with his heated pants. âGotta claim you a-all over- gotta make you remember- gotta bruise myself into you.â
Crying out, you clamor to find a grip on top of the smooth tiles- and Ino doesnât let you. Instead, guiding your hands behind your back, pinning you down further. âBut I only put the ban on for- ngh- not even for an hour-â
âDo you think I care?â Hissing, breathless. The tip-top of his split-ended shaft scrapes against the bottom of your pussy and he shakes. âI canât last a fuckinâ- oh, hour. Canât last a minute- a second-â
Pound after pound.
He was just so big that Inoâs length easily probes into your deepest crevices, stretching them open in ways that no other had ever done before. And the slurps emanating from between your shiny legs are deafening, his very favorite song.Â
Drunkenly, you find your mouth moving- âWhat about a nanosec-â
Spank! Yet another hit of his vulgar hips, Ino doesnât even let you finish your sentence - not even your breath before interrupting you with a graze down your spongy womb. Harder. Sloppier. Heâs gracing you with drags that dig into your every spot, stirring with Inoâs throbbing veins all âround your walls. âNot even that.â
And oh- maybe heâs addicted to your cunt.
Maybe itâs a problem that he canât imagine a day without having those pretty, puffy lips of yours kissing the curly hairs at the bottom of his cock.
But, right now, he canât bring himself to fucking care. Not about anything other than the way he had you all shaking nâ needy underneath him. Cunt being smeared apart with one of his thumbs, Ino reels his lips slightly forwards and spits.
A great, glittering glob that drenches you even further.Â
And youâre moaning so loud you nearly donât hear the next few words spilling from his mouth- âPretty, neither of us are- fuck- gonna walk out of this kitchen alive by the time mâdone with you.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Wife Wife Wife
âA sex ban?â The breathless whisper escapes Gojoâs mouth like it didnât even mean to. Hoarse. Disbelieving. He hisses right in your face, âA sex ban?â
Youâd just joked a lilâ tangent on universal wedding customs to your fiancĂŠ, how some said it was unlucky for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. And so, surely, that meant a sex ban the day before the wedding, right?
Little did you know that that was enough to make the strongest sorcerer fall to his knees, as if heâd just had the very soul sucked out of him- enough to make him raise his slender fingers and snap!
âToru what did you-â Youâre gasping, finding yourself suddenly sprawled across your shared bed. Wait a minute- did he justâŚ
âTeleportation.â He jerks his head towards the sound of your voice. Gojo was on top of you now, he was devouring you now- tearing apart every shred of your clothing like it was nothing. Your thighs press together with arousal and he flinches like his extreme senses could fucking smell the sweetness wafting from your ready cunt.Â
With a sharp groan he kisses into your mouth- âA s-sex ban-â Sounding like it pained him to merely say those words. â-means we have to fuck it out beforehand, right? Right?â
âSatoru, I donât know if thatâs how it- ngh, works-â
âBut thatâs not not how it works, right?â Quite sound logic to his lust-addled mind. And youâre helping him just barely slip aside the flimsy fabric of your panties- to which Gojo catches sight of your naked pussy and tears up in pure gluttony. âOh- oh, yer killing me, sweetheart. How mâI supposed to go even a day with such a pretty wife at my side?â
âW-wifeâ?â Youâre catching his little slip up, even before you two are officially married. And maybe you would have teased him with it, maybe you would have questioned it-Â
But anything and everything on the tip of your tongue is being fucked out by Gojoâs furious, weeping tip.
Heâs pressing in just an inch- an inch, and heâs letting off a wave of cursed energy so strong that every electric outlet in your bedroom sparks. So big that the orifice of your cunt is streeeetched out on the big, bulging mushroom of his cockhead.Â
Barely even inside before heâs rutting and rutting- âMy wife-â Gojo rasps, mounting himself further. And in the blink of an eye he has your legs on his shoulder, his muscular back bending down, down, down till he can spit into your opened maw. âMy wife- my wife- my wife-â
Puncturing into your most throbbing nooks nâ crannies, you can only mewl through your tears. âF-fuck- so much for a sex ban-â
âA sex banââ And Gojo jolts like heâd just been struck by the very words, so drunk on your treacly cunt that heâs whirling his dazed gaze to you in panic. âN-not another sex ban-â Before you can fully articulate an answer, heâs burrowing his veiny shaft down your soppy walls even deeper. Like he never wanted to pull out. âYouâre not going to fuck- punish me with another one-â
âNo no, Satoru, I just-âÂ
And then youâre cutting yourself off with the whiniest shrill of your life - because Gojoâs biting down onto the side of your clammy throat in case you thought to escape. Clawing his hand down on your scalp, and using the purchase to push you down his bullying length.Â
Inch by inch, youâre being pierced.
With the veiny lines down his sides stretching you out perfectly open, Gojo had you drooling out of your stupefied mouth without even trying-
âSee? See?â And youâre blinking your bleary peripheries up to find that the strongest was smirking, smug. âCan you honestly tell me with that- fuck, mouth that mâon a sex ban? Huh?â
Hips against hips. You were being pounded into the king-sized bedsprings like he was trying to fuck the very answer out of you. âIt was a- hah! Oh fuck-â And youâre faintly registering those lightning bolts of blue âround Gojoâs half-lidded eyes, sparking as soon as he drags an open palm down your front.
Mapping out your sultry insides, heâs using his Six Eyes to swerve the bulging tip of his cock straight into your g-spot. Hammering his strawberry divot into your nerves like a smoochââFuck! It was a joke, Toru- just a joke-â
Grinning, âMmm, I know.â Probing his ragged, red length as if the mere mention of that joke pained him. âAnd the fuck- fucking idea still killed me.â
His tone was breathy, rough - and so was his cadence.Â
Because usually, Gojo would be the type to smoothly let his cock ruin you from the inside out, the type to talk you through each suave ministration. Usually.
But right now- he was feral. Big globs of drool decorating the corners of his mouth, right now your pussy was the one ruining him. And he was feverishly trying to wreck you right back- in long, vein-covered strokes that vulgarly fill up every ounce of space inside you.Â
Right now, he was gone.
âI know and it- fuck, maybe Iâm addicted.â As if he was genuinely wondering in that higher-pitched, shaking voice of his. âI canât have you h-holding back, sweetheart. I canât- I canât-â The more the strongest babbles, the sloppier his pace becomes.Â
And the wetter youâre growing, âOh my god- Toruââ Itâs like a waterfall between each of your quivering legs, slick sloshing out after each targeted strike against your g-spot. Thrashes upon thrashes. âMânot gonna ngh- l-last at this rate-â
âGood.â Purposefully, he angles the position of his hips just enough so that Gojoâs pale happy trail will scratch your poor clit raw. Making you see white-hot stars- âMaybe thatâll make you think twice about some s-stupid fuckinâ sex ban.â
As he grumbles away under his breath, you only curl your legs further âround his merciless hips. Again and again and again. âSatoruââ You mewl, âIâm gonna- gonnaââ
âMhmââ Something in his blue irises were glowing, and you hear Gojo count down underneath his ragged breath- âThree.â
âWh-what do you mean-â
âTwo-â Another few rhythmic hits, and countless zaps of bliss course through your veins. Rendering your head all stupidly fuzzy, throwing back into your heap of pillows behind.Â
âFuck, donât tell me, ngh, youâre-â
The curled end of Gojoâs grin twists the more nâ more heâs looking through your body, envisioning right where his bumpy cockhead was nudginâ your spongy cervix with a final, thorough bashââOne.â
And then it happens- your high crashes into you like a semi-truck. One you didnât even realize was creeping up onto you so closely- but Gojo certainly did. And heâs fucking you through each stab of euphoria like no other, mentally seeking whenever your high was at its peak to thrust his ravaged length back in nâ out.Â
His ravaged, reddened, cumming length - this time, youâre realizing before he does. The fact that Gojo Satoru was reaching his high just from having you cream âround his shaft.
The lights go berserk until they shatter, and your husbandâs skin feels electric.
Probinâ your tiniest orifices with dewdrops of his pearly white sap, he trickles out so much of his mess that itâs overspilling. Draining down your thighs and making such a mess each time he paps! his hips forwards to fuck it back in- âIâm- fuck, IâmâŚcumming.â Heâs breathing out, blue eyes bulging. âDonât tell me- ngh, donât tell me the sex banâs on from now onwards-â
Your cum-dripping pussy had completely fried his brain - and yours, too. âI donât think thatâs- fuck, Toru- just like that.â It was so heavy having him inside you, splashinâ around with each wild buck.
A few volts of cursed energy spark just as soon as he runs his hand down the front of your stomach.Â
Pondering, âI-if I turn this pretty cunt oâ mine into a limitless void with my jujutsu then is it- ngh, technically breaking the sex ban, my wife?â
oh, he lives for it. you whimper once, and his pupils dilate like he just hit the jackpot. you twitch, squirm, try to close your legsâand he just laughs.
âaww, whatâs wrong, babe? thought you said you could handle me.â
he pretends to slow down, to "be nice," but five seconds later his fingers are back, curved just right, tongue lapping at your clit like heâs starving, your thighs clamped around his headâand he's thriving.
and when you're overstimulated to the point of tears?
he coos at you like it's the sweetest thing in the world.
âcâmon, one more. you can give me one more, right? be a good girl for me.â
literally feeds on the way your voice breaks mid-moan. will overstim you on purpose just to watch your hips jerk and your body betray you.
fushiguro tojiÂ
toji. you poor thing. the overstimulation with him is so nasty in the best way because he is ruthless. doesnât matter if youâre shaking, babbling, trying to crawl awayâheâll just pull you right back by the waist with one arm like:
âwhatâs the matter, baby? you were begginâ for it five minutes ago.â
he gets this low growl in his throat when you clench around him from overstimulation, like youâre just too much. he's obsessed with your limit and loves finding ways to push past it. that smug smirk only grows when your eyes roll back and your legs are trembling too hard to keep you upright.
âyouâre twitchinâ like a fuckinâ mess. that mean youâre close again? thought you were done cryinâ.â
his favorite thing is when you go limp in his arms after like the fifth orgasm and he has to hold you up just to keep going.Â
nanami kentoÂ
oh, nanami is such a soft dom at first, likeâhe tries to take it slow. heâs respectful. he asks you what feels good, kisses your neck, lets you ride the high of your first orgasm and praises you so gently...
but then he sees how sensitive you are and it awakens something feral in him. that neat composure starts to crack.
âyouâre shaking already, sweetheart? just from my fingers?â
the glasses are off. his tie is undone. heâs got your legs over his shoulders and heâs watching you fall apart, murmuring praise through gritted teeth.
âyou can take another. youâre doing so well. so sensitive for me.â
if youâre crying or begging, his tone turns into that firm voice:
âno, donât shy away now. i want to see all of you.â
bonus: heâll eat you out through the overstimulation while holding your thighs apart with a death grip.
geto suguru
suguru is the sweet sadist. heâll talk you through it like heâs teaching a class. you say youâre sensitive? oh baby, you just unlocked his favorite game.
âalready? youâre overstimulated already? hm⌠maybe i need to train that sweet body of yours.â
he's calm, in the most terrifying way. he holds you down gently but firmly, with that honey-smooth voice whispering how pretty you look trembling under him. he's always testing you.
âdoes this feel too good? or is it just enough to break you?â
overstimulation via toys + his fingers = his favorite combo. he loves seeing your body betray you, even when youâre sobbing and shaking, and his lips are at your ear murmuring,
âthere it is. thatâs it. just let go, baby. cum again for me.â
will overstim you until you pass out with a smile on his face.
ryomen sukunaÂ
overstimulating you isnât even about your pleasure to him at first. itâs about dominance. it's about owning every twitch, every hiccupped gasp, every soaked inch of your overstimmed, ruined body.
he loves when you beg for a break because thatâs when he knows heâs winning.
âbegging? you think i care if youâre tired, little thing? youâll take what i give you.â
imagine four hands keeping you pinned. two gripping your wrists above your head. the other two⌠one on your throat, one between your legs, rubbing your clit even while his cock is still buried inside you, relentless.
youâre squirming, crying, mind blank from cumming too many times and he just laughs.
âlook at you. canât even speak. just a drooling mess and iâve barely started.â
he feeds on overstimulation. you arch away from him? he pulls you closer. your legs try to close? he forces them open.
âyour bodyâs so honest, pet. you say âstopâ but your cuntâs begging for more.â
heâs the type to dare you to pass outâ
and when you do? heâll wake you back up with another orgasm.
your hands weakly push at his head, but itâs useless. you might as well be trying to move a boulder.
heâs locked between your legs, arms wrapped around them tight, his face buried in your pussy like heâs starving.
ât-tojiânnghâplease,â you hiccup, trying to pull away, but he just growls.
âquit squirming. i said iâm not done.â his hands drag you back down the bed, locking your hips against his mouth again, and thenâhe sniffs.
deep. slow. like heâs savoring it. âfuck. this little cuntâs got my head spinning.â toji grunts, âyou smell so sweetâso fuckinâ ripeâi could die right here.â
you sob, thighs trembling violently. youâre already soaking wet, already overstimmed from cumming twice just from his tongue.
âi c-canâtâiâm too sensitiveââ
âyeah?â he smirks, voice muffled as he kisses the inside of your thigh. âthen donât run, princess.â
and then he goes feral, mouth on your pussy, again, tongue flicking your clit, then flattening over it.
you scream. his grip tightens. your nails dig into his scalp but he doesnât budge. he spits on you, rubs it in with his thumb, slaps your clit lightlyâtap tap tapâlike heâs daring you to lose it.
âcome on, pretty thing,â he huffs against you, sniffing again, inhaling deep like he canât stop.
âdonât hide from me. lemme see that pussy cry.â you try to close your legsâtry to twist awayâbut heâs too strong.
he just laughs, low and dark, and spreads you wider âfuckinâ squirt for me.â his tongue circles your entrance nowâfilthy, slow and then dives in.
you cry. âno noâtojiâiâm gonnaââ and then it happens.
your body locks. your back arches. and you squirt.
it hits his chin, then his lips, then drips back down your folds.
he moans like itâs heaven. grabs your thighs harder, tongue still fucking you, licking everything up, slurping like itâs soup.
âthere she is,â he coos, voice dark and hot against your drenched cunt. âknew youâd give it to me. look at that messy lil hole.â
you collapse but heâs still sniffing you. still rutting his face into your pussy, worshipping it.
heâs hard again. you feel it against your thigh.
âyou think iâm done?â he smirks, mouth shiny with slick.
ânah, baby. now iâm gonna fuck it.â
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âC-can we take a break?â You ask breathlessly.
They grip your hips tightly before pile driving their shaft into your throbbing pussy. You immediately arch your back and began moaning as they start pounding your cunt.
They eventually reach their climax and spill their load deep inside your cunt. Before you could get a word in, they smash their lips on top of your and licked your lips.
You tried to shake your head away but they slipped their hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss. When you finally break away, you tried to catch your breath and attempted to wiggle out from underneath them.
The yandere instantly grabbed your hips and pulled you back down underneath him. They tried giving you another passionate kiss but you turned your head away.
In a breathless voice, you said
âNot right now, I need a break.â
They gave you a hard stare as you tried to break yourself free from them. They immediately tightened their grip on you and wrapped your legs around their waist. Before you could protest, they slam their hard cock back into your hole and begin jack hammering your pussy.
You tried to fight it but your toes kept curling and your moans couldnât be helped. The yandere bent down and began sprinkling kisses on your face as they whispered
synopsis. you and rafayel have lived countless lives, each one making a dent in your blessed bond, growing apart at the end of each life.
pairing. rafayel x fem! reader
warnings. angst, death, mentions of blood, LOTS of crying, betrayal (?), spoilers and/or theories surrounding rafayel's myth cards (abysswalker + god of tides) and overall lore, ooc raf (?), reader is NOT mc, mc will be in the fic and will be nameless
status. updates twice a month on fridays ! but hopefully i can update once a week
start. 010225
end. ???
a/n. send an ask in my inbox or leave a comment to be added to the taglist ! also, ty @bakutual bc i remember your rbs from my two-shot raf x priestess!reader inspired this HAHAHAHAH ty đâ¤ď¸âđĽ also !! i've made a playlist that i'll sometimes update but here it is heh.
chapters.
act one. a god and his priestess
prelude's elegy. | (1) children of the sea, | (2) made to be a reflection of what each needs, | (3) and forever blessed by the sea. | (4) why, then, did thy fall?
I LOOK THROUGH YOUR EYES IN MY DREAMS.
act two. two lemurians
(5) the sea wishes your second life will be longer, | (6) that it will not end tragically like the last. | chapter three. | chapter four.
Honestly it was on you to think that they all would leave you alone. That you could enjoy your second chance in life without them by your side. You're not going anywhere.
Only you could seduce a monster hellbent on adding you to his long list of victims. Now, he's never letting you go.
Ladies Companion - being written đ
A lady companion accompanies the young daughter's of nobles and ensures she comes into a good marriage. You find employment for a widowed father of three daughters, with the eldest nearing marrying age. A good job that meant you'd be employed for years. Of course you never imagined how it would all blow up in your face.
PROLOGUE ⡠|| play next song?
summary : You started an OnlyFans to pay rent. Then came Fuck-a-Fan Fridays, one lucky subscriber, one masked hookup, all caught on camera. Itâs anonymous. Itâs hot. Itâs getting you more subscribers.
All good right? 'Till it turns out the ones watching you are your classmates and professors.
contains : camgirl!reader x a whole ass roster, rotating cast, university AU, smut, porn with kinda a crack plot, casual sex, anonymous sex, exhibitionism, recording, oral sex, piv sex, rough kinky sex, everyone wants to fuck reader, reader is kinda... willfully ignorant
A/N : hii this is my first time writing something like this but im SUPER excited. let me know your thoughts who do you think should come first :))
Being broke wasnât a personality trait, but sweet neptune, it was starting to feel like your entire identity.
Third-year cursed techniques major at Jujutsu University? Check. Half-assing your degree with the enthusiasm of a soggy napkin? Also check. Part-time job that paid in existential dread and maybe $11 an hour? Triple check. You were one bounced rent payment away from selling a kidney, and honestly, that kidney was looking pretty damn optional.
So yeah, when the idea of starting an OnlyFans first crossed your brainâmid-scroll on TikTok, wine drunk on a shared bottle of cooking wine with your equally poor friends, and flopped on your shitty single bedâyou didnât laugh it off. You snorted, scoffed, and muttered something bitter, "Bet her rentâs paid," while watching some girl with lip fillers and a Gucci hoodie flaunt her brand-new car, courtesy of her tit pics. You sighed and stared at the water stain on your ceiling like it held the answers.
Then rent day came. Your bank account proudly displayed a majestic $7.24. Your landlord's emails had shifted from "gentle reminder :)" to "we will pursue legal action," and you had a full-blown spiral that ended with you Googling âhow to fake your own deathâ before switching to âhow to start an OnlyFans without your mom finding out.â
And somehowâsomehowâyou were fucking good at it.
Not just good. Thriving.
Turns out all you needed was a ten-dollar ring light, some bargain-bin lingerie that only looked expensive if you angled your body like a Tumblr-era contortionist, and perhaps the illusion that the people that were viewing your content weren't real. You didnât even show your face. Just your body - though sometimes doing private videos for the right price, some sultry poses, a well-placed pout youâd perfected in the mirror while pretending to be some sort of pornstar bombshell, and boomâyou were in business. Real business.
Like, able to pay your rent in full and order takeout everyday no sweat.
It escalated fast. One day youâre nervously posting some artsy nudes, the next youâre getting tipped fifty bucks just for answering questions like, âWhatâs your favorite color (and can you say it while biting your lip)?â
You were sitting in your crusty dorm room still, surrounded by your influx of takeout boxes and cursed technique textbooks you hadnât opened in weeks, realizing you were somehow becoming a one-woman empire.
So naturally, the next step was chaos: livestreaming. You had heard that could bring in thousands in one night - and honestly? You were starting to build up at least a few hundred subscribers.
âFuck it,â you said, setting up your laptop, adjusting your ring light, and channeling your inner seductress while fighting back a nervous breakdown, ensuring your mask covered your face fully and that your wig covered all your real hair. Your first camgirl stream was a whirlwind. You were shaking, sweating, probably looking one glitch away from buffering into another dimension with your cracked setup - but the chat?
Tips flying. Comments rolling. People calling you a goddess. Practically throwing money at you to get you to do stuff you had (ashamedly) done for free for other men. Another said theyâd sell their soul for a moan.
That was the moment you knew.
Youâd made it. Well, all things considered atleast.
Rent? Paid. Groceries? Not a single ramen pack in sight anymore, just takeout bags. Your mental health? Still dicey, but at least now you could afford therapy.
What you didnât know, though, what no part of your clout filled brain could have prepared for - was that some of the top tippers in your chat? The ones dropping money and borderline-feral compliments like...
SixEyesOnly: stretch like that and make that noise again and i think i miiiight just send you an extra 100.
OfficeAfterHours: Tipped 50. Please buy yourself some food. And wear socks. It's cold out. (For some reason you followed what he said.)
EmoWithaBoner: squeeze the toy harder. pretend its my fuckin neck.
Yeah. You saw them every damn day. In class. At the cafeteria. In the fucking jujutsu training hall at college. In all honesty you perhaps weren't the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to connecting the dots. Really.
But that disaster? That story comes later. For now, you were just a broke, horny, slightly unhinged college student who had accidentally stumbled into a side hustle that was by all means paying more than anything you could possibly do with a degree.
made this collection for myself and to keep track of everything I've read so far. some are crossposted on tumblr and ao3 so I'll try to add both links (though i might miss some so let me know).
Status: Unedited & Incomplete tags; More fics to be added soon
you have to go somewhere but they won't let you leave easily.
part two of this post which is xavier only. wanted to write something similar with the rest of the guys :)
mdni. 18+ only. dry humping. thigh job. fingering. cunnilingus. handjob. creampie. overstimulation. brief somnophilia and male masturbation.
sylus
You were on a tight schedule. You have to make it back to Linkon by three in the afternoon because your apartment building decided to have a surprise maintenance. If you're not there on time, you'll certainly get an earful from the landlord and you'd rather not deal with that.
But with the way Sylus was running his hands all over you, it looks like you might be in trouble.
As you're getting dressed in his bedroom, his hands found their way under your shirt, sliding up to your chest. And there was something rubbing against your back - something hard.
"Are you sure you want to leave now?"
Oh, he was on a mission.
Through the reflection of the mirror, as Sylus stands behind you with a mischievous smirk on his face, his lips tickles the shell of your ear and his hands squeezed your breasts through your bra.
He's thrusting his hips against your ass, and the layers of your clothings did not do much to contain his stiffened cock.
"Sylus...."
He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck and down to your collar bones. One hand jumped from your chest and down to your hips, then straight inside your skirt to feel your core with his fingers.
You let out a soundless gasp at the sudden contact, leaning back into his chest.
"You...."
"I'm what, sweetie?" he asked, teasing you through the fabric of your underwear.
"You...should be going to bed."
It's noon, which is around Sylus' bedtime. You were with him for two days, including last night, though you fell asleep around midnight.
Meanwhile, Sylus had Onychinus-related business to finish and didn't return until around four in the morning. He should be getting sleepy right about now.
"You're right. I should." He then nips your right earlobe. "How about you join me?"
"I told you..." You let out a soft moan as Sylus moved your panty aside and inserted two fingers inside you. "I... have to....go...."
"Hmm? Does it have to be now?" Sylus' fingers pushed in deeper. "You can't stay for just a few more minutes? After all, who knows what Onychinus' leader might do when left unsupervised?"
Pushing up your skirt, Sylus thrusted his hips against your ass at the same pace he pleasures you with his fingers.
"You are so...!"
He'd won his game.
You turned around and lightly pushed back his shoulders, only for you to chase after his lips that withdrew from your ear.
He returned the kiss with twice the force, using one hand to caress your face and the other to brush his fingers against the skin exposed by the hem of your shirt after you stood on the tip of your toes.
The kisses were quickly filled with desperation, and soon he was removing the clothes that you've only just put on a couple of minutes ago. Your shirt and skirt dropped down to the floor, and your bra had been flung across the room.
In return, you avidly got rid of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. From the moment you freed him from his boxers, Sylus spun you around to face the mirror once again.
"Before you leave me, let me just enjoy you one last time, okay, sweetie?" After a soft peck on your cheek, Sylus gave you a soft nudge forward, making you bend down just a small angle.
Then, he slid his cock between your thighs.
From the mirror's reflection, you watched him thrust into the small and tight space, spreading his pre-cum against your throbbing cunt.
You pressed your thighs together to increase the pressure that was enveloping Sylus' cock as it moves back and forth frantically. Sylus muffled his groans by burying his face against your neck, though he became louder as his pace drastically increased.
Just as he feels himself cumming closely, Sylus' movements came to a halt and stepped away from you. You let out a shaky breath of relief mixed with disappointment, thinking he'd already gotten his fill. But you were so, so wrong.
In the blink of an eye, Sylus gripped your hips and slammed his cock right into you.
Every inch of him.
He knows you have no problem taking him whole so he went into you as deeply as he could.
You let out a squeal as Sylus gave you no time to recover. He followed up one hard thrust with another, and your eyes couldn't leave the mirror's reflection of his ravishing face as he pounds into you.
His mouth his open as he becomes unable to hold back his grunts, and his eyes are on the mirror to admire your own expressions as you fall apart from his cock.
Hearing your mewls, Sylus bent you down further to reach an even deeper part of you before rocking his hips faster while you started to thrust back to him.
Sylus felt you clench around him and lost control of his movements. One hand remained clinging to your hips and the other reached for your face, guiding you to look at him so his tongue can meet yours while your lips become coated with each other's saliva.
Suddenly, Sylus growls into your mouth and his hips stuttered for a moment. His speed increased by a tenfold and both of your ecstatic cries were mixed with the sound of your flesh crashing at every second.
At last, he pulls out and comes on your back. Your legs shook as your own orgasm followed not a minute after, and Sylus caught you and picked you up bridal-style before you could lose balance. He brought you over to his bed and gave you a soft, lingering kiss as he hovers on top of you.
"So, kitten, have you reconsidered about joining me in sleeping in? If your landlord kicks you out, you're more than welcome to stay here."
caleb
You're standing by the kitchen's counter table, happily eating the breakfast that Caleb prepared for you while the cook himself pouts on the chair that you're supposed to be sitting on.
"You're really leaving me early, pip-squeak?"
"Mhmm. Have to go to work early tomorrow so I have to get home by tonight."
Caleb sighs in defeat before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your stomach.
"Fine, fine."
You were too busy enjoying the iced-coffee he made for you so you failed to see the glint that flashed in his eyes.
It began with his left hand drawing circular patterns your thighs. You didn't pay much attention to it as he likes to do that sometimes to appreciate the softness of your skin.
But once his fingers started to move higher and higher, going up your skirt to fiddle with the band of your underwear, your heart started racing.
His right hand slightly pushed the hem of your shirt just high enough to expose some skin between your hips and stomach, then he started to leave soft kisses all over the area.
You paused from drinking your coffee to give Caleb a questioning look, but his eyes were closed as he's too lost in showering you with affection.
Assuming that was all he wanted, you decided to let him do as he please and combed his soft hair with your fingers.
Then, you felt the zipper of your skirt being pulled down. Before you could say a word, it drops down around your feet and to the floor.
He gently grabbed your thighs and nudged them open to make space for himself as he puts his mouth to your crotch.
"Caleb - "
You lost your voice as soon as his tongue flicked against your clothed core. He hums with satisfaction, tigtening his hold on your thighs before exerting more force so you could feel him better.
Caleb looked up at you intensely, and you were met with a gleam full of desire that had your palms sweating and your cunt pulsating.
"I...." Your face felt hot, and you feel like it just became harder to breathe. "I have to leave soon, Caleb... We can't - "
"You said you have to get home by tonight, but not in the afternoon. You can spare me a little more of your time, can't you? After all, it'll be days again until we see each other...."
All of your responses turned into suppressed moans as he pressed his mouth against your panty even harder.
Your nails sank on his shoulders as he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and carefully sat your figure on the chair that he was previously sitting on.
Caleb got on his knees and pulled down your underwear before putting himself between your legs. His lips greeted your throbbing pussy, then his tongue darts to your clit as he eats you out like a starved man.
He was devouring you as if he's never had you before.
He was getting you in all the right spots. He knows exactly how to please you, and what will make you fall apart the fastest.
That's why it didn't take long for you to reach your climax. Before you could stop yourself, you squirted all over Caleb's mouth, cheeks, and jaw. The view made your entire body flush with embarrassment, though at the same time it made you want him even more.
Caleb wiped his cheeks and chin with the sleeves of his shirt, then he licked off what had gotten on his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the taste of you, before quickly standing up to eagerly strip off his clothes.
His cock sprung up, glistening with pre-cum that had his boxers soaked especially when he was fucking you with his mouth. It wants so badly to bury itself in your pussy that it had impatiently gotten swollen, twitching and leaking as you set your gaze on it.
You could see how badly he needed you, and yet when your hand reached out to touch his dick, Caleb caught your wrist and held it along with your other one. Just with one hand, he pulled your wrists above your head and pinned it down on the back of the chair.
Caleb shoved his cock inside you and your shoulder lightly hit the back of the chair at the impact. He hissed at the way you took him so well and so tight, and the way you were wriggling underneath him only turned him on even more.
He started off slowly, letting you adjust to him. He pecked your forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, and lastly, a long-lasting one on your lips before he gradually picked up the pace.
Your hands twitched, wanting to feel Caleb in return as he's making you feel so good, but he kept a secured hold on your wrists so that you could hold on to nothing as he drills into you. His half-lidded eyes went to your lips and he relished the sweet sounds you were making just for him.
The chair was screeching as its legs scraped against the floor. Had it not been for Caleb holding your wrists down on the back of the chair, you would've already been in another room at every thrust he made.
"F-fuck...." Caleb exhales, chest heaving and muscles clenching as he feels himself coming close.
He'd finally let go of your wrists just so his hands can roam all over your body, then he intertwined his fingers with yours as he finishes inside you, just a few seconds after your second climax.
He didn't stop moving his hips until he filled you with every drop of his cum. Anything that threatened to ooze back out of you, he shoved back in with his cock, even if it made both of you want to curl up at the overwhelming sensations.
Both of you felt every inch of each other, eyes rolled back with overstimulation, until Caleb lost his energy. Drops of sweat clung onto your bodies as you take a moment to catch your breath.
You threw your head back and groaned, feeling like the world is spinning. Caleb took the chance to bite into your neck and leave one last mark on your body.
He used his left hand to wipe sweat off your face. With a soft smile, Caleb brushed some stands of hair away from your face and gave you a soft kiss on your chin.
Your heart swells at the sight of him beaming at you. He is so pretty, you can just stare at him forever.
Even when he loves teasing you endlessly.
"Look at the time, pip-squeak. You still have a few minutes left to spare. You still have to shower, right?"
rafayel
"I can't believe you're leaving me for a fictional character."
Rafayel sulks in his bathtub, pouting with his arms crossed as you stand by his feet, facing him with a blank expression.
"Go on, then. Leave. Leave me for your vampire fake boyfriend. I could die, but go on."
"He's not a vampire."
"Oh, so you admit that he's your fake boyfriend?"
You moved to the side and rested your arms on the rim of the bathtub, then you poked Rafayel's cheek. "It's just a movie, you big baby."
Tara invited you to watch a movie with her since she knows you like that series as well. Rafayel was invited to go too, but he's not a big fan of it and would prefer to stay home.
He has better things to do, he said.
And by that, he means taking a bath for as long as he could, until Thomas checks up on him and the painting he's supposed to be finishing up soon.
"It's just for a few hours. I'll be back by tonight, okay?"
Rafayel grabbed your hand just as you started to walk away to leave the bathroom.
"Wait, but Miss Bodyguard.... I'm not feeling so good all of a sudden...."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Something feels....weird...."
"Where?"
You put your hand on his forehead to check if he has a fever.
"Not there."
Rafayel took your hand and guided it elsewhere.
"Here."
Lower, and lower, and lower.
Down his chest.
Below the warm, bubbly water.
Between his thighs.
And by weird, he means that he's hard. Little did you know, Rafayel was thinking of dirty things as soon as you walked in the bathroom and he saw your outfit.
It was just a casual, pretty dress that you'd worn once on a date with him. Still, he can't help but imagine himself fucking you in it.
"Miss bodyguard...." Rafayel whispers just as your hands wrapped around his cock. "Before you leave, can you help me feel better?"
"But I'm...."
He thrusted into your hand, slowly.
Rafayel's moans cut you off, and the glorious sound went straight to your pussy. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as droplets of water trickled down his skin.
Maybe.... maybe it should be fine.
It's not like you have to leave right away, right? The traffic shouldn't be too bad today. You can still make it on time. This won't take long.
That's what you told yourself before tightening your fist on his cock and stroking him faster. You pressed your lips against Rafayel, who was surprised at the sudden contact but didn't hestitate to kiss you back hard.
He held your jaw with one hand to keep you in place while his tongue grazes yours. The sound of your lips smacking against each other joined the spashing of water from the bathtub as your hands moved under it.
Rafayel's lower body started to squirm, unable to contain himself from the overwhelming pleasure you were delivering. With his face flushed, he lets out slow, ragged breaths to calm himself down.
He wanted to cum, but he didn't want you to go just yet. You can't leave so soon. Not until he's been inside you.
"Darling.... I need you." he whines against your ear. "Please...."
Your breath hitched at his expression. So needy, just for you. You were wet and clenching behind your panties, feeling just as desperate as him. "Get up."
He paused for a moment before realizing the intention of your words. He hurriedly stood up from the bathtub and dried his body with a towel, then wasted no time reattaching himself onto you.
His lips returned to yours while his hands busied themselves by removing your clothes and letting them fall to the floor.
With your back against the wall, Rafayel wrapped your legs around his hips. Then, he pushed his cock into you. He buried his face between your breasts, groaning at the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly.
You felt so, so, good, he almost didn't want to move. For a moment, he just wanted to stay like that, with him inside you, warming him up. But his cock was throbbing. He needed to feel all of you, and he can't afford to waste any second.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing him even more into you as you gasped for air. Your heart is racing at every thrust, and your eyes were clouded with the steam that took over the bathroom, caused by the temperature of the bath's water as well as your own heavy breaths.
"So...good...." Rafayel murmurs against your skin as your hand brushed against the bond mark on his chest.
He started to move even faster and harder that your back was no longer against the wall; your body was bouncing up and down his cock, letting you feel him even more.
You grunted his name, pressing your nails down his skin and making him moan louder in return while he strengthens his hold on your hips. Just then, he felt his body tightening up and his core convulsing. Without a warning, Rafayel pulls out of you and bursts all over your thighs.
Your body tumbles onto his arms as your legs weakened from your own release. Rafayel picked you up bridal style and sat you on the vanity top in front of the mirror.
He wiped your face and body with a clean towel and gently fixed your hair with a comb.
"Hey, Miss Bodyguard...." Rafayel grinned. "I bet your fictional vampire fake boyfriend can't make you make those pretty noises like I just did."
You frowned and squished his cheeks with one hand. "I have to let Tara know I'm not gonna make it before the trailers for the movie because...my fish was being a brat."
"Heh."
Rafayel looked way too proud of himself.
zayne
It was Zayne that woke you up way before your alarm could even ring. You have a dentist appointment early in the morning, and your lover who doesn't like them very much says it's always important that you show up to your appointments on time.
That's why he had taken the liberty of waking you up early.
You were having a dreamless but peaceful sleep when you were pulled into consciousness by light feather kisses tickling your neck and shoulders.
An arm rested on your stomach and gently rubbed you for comfort before it pulled you back so that you're right against a strong chest.
"Darling, are you awake?"
You're still half-asleep and lacked the energy to come up with a response, so you kept your eyes and mouth shut, ready to fall back into your slumber.
Your alarm hasn't given you a heart attack yet, so you still have time to sleep. Even if you only had one minute left, you'll take it.
Zayne disagrees.
He thinks you should wake up now.
So, he gives you kisses that are more intense than before. He tangled his legs with yours and pressed his hips against your ass while his mouth sucks the skin between your neck and right shoulder.
Quiet moans fought their way out from your lips, but your eyes refused to open despite your twitching eyelids.
Zayne's hand on your stomach traveled higher to feel your chest at the same time he rutted his hips onto your ass.
He's only wearing his boxers, and you're only wearing a thin underwear underneath the shirt you robbed from his closet. You should be feeling the friction quite well, so he has no doubt that he'd get your attention no matter how light or deep you're sleeping right now.
But as it turns out...
His own actions affected him much faster than you did. His cock hardened immediately just by pressing against you and feeling you up.
He only meant to tease you a little, and that backfired on him so bad.
He can't stop now.
Zayne continued to hump your ass until his boxers were stained from his own excitement. He faced the ceiling for a moment to catch his ragged breath, then he stuck one hand in his boxers and wrapped his fist around his cock.
He stroke himself slowly, feeling all blood rushing to his crotch. He was throbbing and leaking, and his hand feels like it's not going to be enough no matter what he does on his own.
Zayne shifted sideways once again and closed the distance between your bodies. He kissed your shoulder before brushing his cock against your clothed pussy, staining it with his pre-cum.
Your legs twitched at the sudden feeling that struck your core. You gasped and opened your eyes just for Zayne's thumb to enter your mouth and feel your tongue.
You heard him groan softly from behind you.
"Zayne..."
He paused for a moment, too flustered to come up with an immediate response.
"G-good morning..."
But he couldn't stop himself from moving, from chasing after the ecstatic feeling you were giving him.
"Can I...." His words comes out shaky as he struggles to hold himself back. "I need you. Please, can I-"
You held his right hand that had been hovering over your chest. "Go ahead, Zayne."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Please."
He already had you fully aroused. There was no way you could just walk away without being fucked by him.
You grinded your ass back to him, encouraging him to do as he please, and so Zayne pulled down your panty and fully sheathed himself into you.
He knew you could take him. You've always taken him so well, and so he started to move fast right away. You struggled to keep your volume low as he dove into you hard with every thrust, causing the entire bed to shake.
The drops of sweat that stuck to your skin had been turned into specks of snow as Zayne loses control of his movements as well as his own breathing.
He had to bury his face against your neck as he feels his senses starting to feel overwhelmed with desire and pleasure.
He needed to feel you more.
Faster.
Deeper.
The moment you clenched tightly around his cock, Zayne fell apart. He came inside you hard, some had started to spill out of you, mixing in with your own release.
Both of you rested your back against the mattress to catch your breaths and regain your senses.
And even then, Zayne's cock remained stiff.
The moment your eyes fell to it, ready to offer him your service, your alarm clock finally blared and made you jump.
"Fuck... I have to start getting ready."
You sat up, only for Zayne to follow your action. He took your arms and legs and guided you to sit on him. On his lap.
"It's okay if you're a few minutes late." He lowered your ass into his cock, earning a soundless gasp from you. "They'll understand how hard it is.... to get up in the morning..."
Synopsis. Heâs a big boy, and heâs gonna make that biiig stretch fit.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, making it fit, theyâre BIG, cervĂx kĂssing, D slipping, tummy buIges, manhandIing, p sIapping, GOJOâS POWERS, limitless, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukunaâs second mouth, use of âmy wifeâ, BRĂEDING, overstĂm, creampĂes, cĂşmplay, ROUGH (Geto), squĂrting, mating presses, MARATHONS, slight exhĂbitĂonism (Higuruma), proposals, pet names, swĂŠaring.
A/N. We all need a big boyyy-
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - ENORMOUS!
âDonât tell me yer runninâ already, doll?â Tojiâs husked breaths scorch the sagging back of your neck, a few sploshing dewdrops of saliva splattering out from his scarred lips. âMânot even hah! halfway in yet.â
What? Oh. Your head dizzies itself with the mere thought, a soft gasping moan wafting from your gaped maw. âY-youâre lyingââ
It was just too cute how your stupidly lolling head wrenches back and forth in a desperate attempt to take a goood, long look behind at the way heâs opening you up sloppily. Just the merest, tiniest swab of that tannish-pink tip spreading open your gummy walls, stretching nâ stretching.Â
âMânot.â Toji grumbles out, gruff syllables hitting the curved tips of your ears. The rickety bed creaks and suddenly heâs slouching back; resting his weight just at the base of your curved spine. Before you know it, heâs got a foot pressing down on your head- âWatch me make it fit, mama.â
Two rugged hands homing themselves on either side of your prettily quivering hips, you could feel every scar and callus texturing your heated skin once Toji grits his teeth and draaaaags you down.Â
Knees scuffling on the silken sheets, jittery arms trying to grapple for the headboard- anything.
Youâre like a lilâ doll underneath him, all shaky as heâs manhandling you to gulp up the needy slope of his length with your slick-covered hole. More and more and more. A glossy layer of sap splashes from where he was stuffinâ you to the brim, drenching the very base of Tojiâs happy trail in a glittery lacquer.Â
âWould ya look at thatââ You hear him drawl out from behind you, the fat pad of his thumb rubbing sluggishly down the sticky liquid pouring along his hilt. â-think this pretty pussy wants to end up hck! pregnant, doll.â
Shit, the idea heâs plugging your cottony brain with was enough to make you slobber with your arousal. You canât help it. âTh-then do it.â
Dark brows quirked, Tojiâs inching even closer to hear those whispered words of yours. And in the process heâs feeding you with a sloooow slide of his vein-covered shaft.
Almost mockingly, one of his engulfing hands reaches out to uncurl your own from the frigid bed frame. Stealing away the only thing keeping your semblance of sanity, Toji plants a sweet, sweet peck on your knuckles. âWhaâs that?â
âTh-thenââ You can barely punctuate each trilling whine with words - and Toji isnât making it any easier. Quite the opposite, in fact, after he ruts nâ ruts as you try to cry outâ â-do- do it. Do it- fuuuck- wanâ you a-all inside-â
The last ringing sound out of you is a noisy squealâ followed almost instantly by the soggy slurp! of him mazing his gluey pre-capped tip past your glossed folds. And as if that wasnât enough, Tojiâs tightening his grasp on your wrist to leverage you down, down, down.
âP-pleaseââ
âP-p-please!â He taunts dramatically from behind, octaves higher. The meaty muscles of his leg work overtime to push down your thrashing body, pinning you down and making you take it. âStop fuckinâ moving nâ gimme- gimme a kiss, mama.â
Your tears stream down in sheeny streaks, blending with the ever-growing puddle of drool that was drenching the pillow underneath you. Poor lungs wheezing at the pressure, your sobs depart with every new swollen, throbbing inch being shoveled inside you. âH-how?â
âTch.â
You donât have to see it to know that Tojiâs rolling his mossy, half-lidded eyes - to know that the curled ends of his lips were twisting into a lecherous smile.Â
But what you certainly didnât expect was the fleeting feeling of his lips to trace right down in a line of kisses along your perfectly arched spine. Like the calm before the storm.
The sweetest little act of pure lovinâ before Toji sets your fuzzy head free from his pressed weight, and then hooks both your arms behind your back and bottoms outâ
âMeant givinâ me a kiss right ngh- here, doll.â Those snarling words strike the outside shell of your ear right before his fat, ruby-red tip was striking your cervix. Oh. Oh.Â
The moment your velvety pussylips wrap âround his bulked base, Toji Fushiguro himself was practically collapsing right on top of you.Â
His pointed chin digging into the clammy crook of your neck, sweat-polished abs glissading glibly down your back. How you looooved the drag of his naturally chiselled front, every cutting edge of his built muscles.Â
Heâs so fucking plump there that you can feel your fleshy innards bruise with the staggering circumference of his proud crownhead. Sweltering hot, Tojiâs mushroomed tip was practically steaming out dribbles of glossy precum that flooded you from the inside out. A sleek, slippery few wires of it beading from either end of your stretched-out slit.Â
Probing, fattening.Â
And the stretch- oh, you couldnât think about anything but the stretch.Â
Toji wasnât simply bottoming out, he was sinking his achy cock all the way into your lungs. Ravenous planes of his palm roaming over your tummy, Toji smirks as he feels that familiar lilâ bump from the inside.Â
âFeel me? Feel me d-deeeep in that cute bulge, hm?â The sensory spheres of his fingertips scratch that bulged outline, proud. Smug. Your lungs rip out with a primal cry as his dribbling tip pokes deeply into the goopy ends of your pussy. Your cervix. Your womb. âGiving her a little ngh- kiss right here.â
âMhmmmââ A few adoring little runs over where he was hitting and hitting the targeted bullseye of your g-spot. Sloshing out messy sprays of precum each and every time. âHere. Riiight here, ya hah- like it- donâcha? Sâcute how wet you are.â
And you canât even believe heâs this big - you canât believe that heâs bloating himself up even bigger with every ragged ba-dumpâ!Â
Pound after pound.
After pound.
The vibrations thud down your humid walls and shoot white-hot pleasure right up your spine, tongue too-heavy. âSo big- so big so bigâ s-shooo good!â
âYeahhh? Shooo good, is it? Look at you takinâ that f-fucking cock you said was too big.â Your teary pupils start swirling in circles upon circles inside of your eyes, matched with the exact same pace that Toji was thumbing on the shiny outside of your hole. Letting out the rawest, loudest sluuuurp when he pushes a thumb inâ âNow weâre gonna work on that hck! stretchinâ, mama.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Cuffinâ season.
Nanami thinks heâs about to lose it - Nanami thinks heâs about to combust.Â
And he already has- a proper five helpings of his creamy, buttery cum coating your insides after so many rounds upon rounds. You were stuffed to the very brim with all your husbandâs sweltering hot bouts of seed, and his tastebuds coat over with a fresh wave of saliva at your hugging cunt.
Mouth-watering.Â
Nanami turns his molten, honeypool eyes over to the way your mouth hung wiiidely agape. His ruby-red tip spotting out a few more dangerous splotches of pre at the very sight of you struggling to take him more than just halfway.
âMy loveââ Deep baritone voice dipping into a gentle coo, his stern lips swerve up into a little grin when your pretty body trembles. âOpen your eyes, darlinâ- lemme see those beautiful eyes.â
Shit- youâre simply cross-eyed and dazed almost cartoonishly once you do. Your throat ripping with a few sobs at the feeling of his swiveling cock probing a few inches deeper - without even trying. So overstimulated that you can only blubberâ
âK-Ken- Kenââ Hips trying and failing to raise off of the drenched-through bedsheets, youâre only succeeding in carnally itching the hood of your clit against his golden happy trail.Â
âMâhere, my wifeââ Aw, it always made his blushed red tip twitch whenever you got this cockdrunk. A tint of loving red flushing over his high cheekbones, and one of Nanamiâs massive palms claw over your sweat-matted crown to push, push, push. âYou can take it, g-gonna take it allll fâme this time- arenâtcha?â
And you can only nod and nodâ your sloppy hole always got so much needier after a few good, solid orgasms. Nâ every scrape of his swollen, vein- shrouded shaft left you speechless, head throwing back when the grinding curve of his cock pinpoints your g-spot like two magnets.Â
Nanamiâs so big that he had to get you all dumb until youâre aching to be stuffed ever-more. Hiding away about ten proper inches that instinctively molded your battered pussy to all his pretty measurements.Â
A few curly hairs of his tawny trail tickle your plump clit, waterlogged into a swampy mess with how much you were leaking. How much he was making you leak.
âReal pretty pussy, darlinâ.â The cold fringe of his wedding band makes you let off a whiny hiss, smearing open your puffed-up pussylips with a sluggish sluuuurp. âSo cute grindinâ on me. Sheâs like a lilâ hah- heart.â
Glassy, half-lidded eyes of yours blink upwards, âShit-â Your unsteady knees thrash back into the curves of your tits, feeling his tannish cockhead slip against your sponged cervix. Tender. Bruised. You canât help but throw your head back and reach for your headboard- âShit shit shit shit- Kenâ!â
âNo no no no- donât run away, my loveââ Grunting, one of his arms clings around your squirming waist to pin you down. To hold you still so that Nanamiâs other hand can guide one of your own over his plushly toned left pec - where he had your initials secretly tattooed, right above his heart. âGonna take it, alriiight? Gonna take it like my hngh- good wife.â
His pretty wife. His gorgeous wife.Â
Slobbering down thick stripes of slick nâ cum as he curls a hand around your throat and ruts. âS-see how much I love you, hmmm?â His split-ended head searches for your cute womb, and such saccharine mewls leave your lips once you feel yourself gapingly full. Once he was pounding a heavy-duty thrust into you until every thought departs your fuzzy mind. Bottoming out. âHow much I- oh.â
Your entire body just lathers with the smell of sex and his musky cologne once Nanamiâs sensual mushroom tip unapologetically snags against the ridged orifice of your g-spot. Whack. Whack. Whack- all it takes before you cum.
And youâre not just cumming - youâre squirting.Â
Your vision invaded with spots of white-hot pleasure and youâre falling over the edge, arms throwing around his neck. Fingers reaching for his perspiration-dewed undercut, âFuck- fuck mâcumming mâcumming, Kenââ
Like he wouldnât noticeâ yeah, right. Nanamiâs slamming into you until his pelvis rubs rawly crimson, raspy throat clogging up with your name. Your cunt just flinches with every peak of high heâs fucking you through. Dragging you through.
Really sloppy.Â
Continuously probinâ the tender places of your magical spots with every echoed thwack! Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets as he swabs up the syrupy sheen of squirt decorating all your inner thighs.Â
Those slick-drenched tips of his fingers sticking right between your slackened mouth, âSweet- isnât it, darlinâ?â Breaths labored and harsh- Nanami himself sounded like he was only keeping himself together at the very seams.
His long, light lashes flap blearily, âWhat- whaâs that?â Youâre only gurling out lucious lilâ spitballs from either side of your mouth, heart-eyed pupils doing most of the talking. His face tints a blushing pink, temples matted with beads and beads of sweat. âAwww, my wife wants ta s-spit in my ngh- fuckinâ mouth, huh?â
And before you know it- you are. Before youâre even in control, so that your husbandâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs with a moanâ âMhmmâ there we go, my sweet girl.â Mouth doused. âHappy?â
The curvaceous ridges of his abs gleam and glitter with sweat, tensing once his thrusts grow sloppier. Deeper. Shoving you into the screeching bedsprings, such a nicely burning stretch that your lips keep uncontrollably forming an adorable lilâ oh! The only thing snapping you back into reality being the layers of viscid cum gumming against your walls, and the way that Nanamiâs bulbously bloated tip twitches.
Fuck- he didnât even know if he could cum. Didnât know if he even wanted to.Â
But with you laid out underneath him like this? How could he not?
Trying and trying and trying and when Nanami finally reaches his high itâs with his pummeling inches pillaging your very glossed core, allll the way deep inside so that you could almost feel him in your throat. Burning hot.Â
One spurt, two spurts. Heâs not even reaching three slippery, slick ribbons of cum before heâs all milked dry. The very mound of his blushing tip slapping constantly until Nanamiâs visage spots black. Until his toes curl, thighs shivering.Â
You look up at him and you think you could cum all over again.Â
Because heâs so fuckingâŚpretty.Â
All blond hair disheveled- but doing nothing to curtain his greedy gaze, sweaty upper lip tremblingâ Nanami pecks your forehead sweetly, âMmmmâ marry me all over again, my love?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Rrrrrrough
Now, Geto was so big that all he has to do is plug your cunt with his red nâ swollen tip to leave you stupidly cockdrunk. To leave you mewling and squirming underneath him in such a sloppy, sloppy mating press - your hips jerking off the bed as if your dew-sheened walls werenât just begging for more.
And ohhh, was he smug about it.Â
âCâmooooonââ Getoâs sharp grin is so sleazy that you feel it sending electric trills down your desperately arched spine. Perspiration-dampened forehead resting on top of yours, he plants a resounding smack! on your puffed lips. â-sâthat all ya got, gorgeous?â
Pap after powerful pap that was making your slick-dribbling entrance start to overflow, rounded globular tip of his scratching your walls down straightly in lewd lines. The deeply probing sensation so sinful that it makes you keen, âN-no! Stop teasinâ nâ just fuck me, Suguru.â
âFuck you with-â Another spank, and another singular inch bullied past your hole. â-jusâ the tip, riiight?âÂ
As if to prove his point - oh, he already knows heâs proved his point - Getoâs fucking you with only that globed top. Frosting out creamy pre every time his shaft crownhead âaccidentallyâ slipped out nâ left you clenching around nothing.Â
Geto leaves three staccatos of spanks over your still-clothed, ruined cunt, the burning friction against his delicate veins making him hiss. âCan this pretty pussy even handle all hah! that?â
Such a tease. All you can do is clench your poor walls instinctively, formulating a few frothy bubbles of slick that ring around his fat hilt. Messy. âNo, I want it a-all.â
His stubborn girl.Â
Well- with a rickety creak, your unsteady legs are being thrown over his deltoids before you know it. Slipping nâ sliding until heâs locking them with one grasp of his beefy arms, making you ogle the sexy flex of his milky biceps.Â
Geto Suguru was a mean man. With an even meaner cock, swelling into an even girthier circumference whilst heâs thumbing open your sap-glossed pussylips. Your cunt lets off the loudest, moistest sluuuurp! as heâs splattering a good bucketload of spit.Â
âHmmm, you asked for itââ
And then he isnât easing in - he isnât going slow. Hell no, in mere sultry nanoseconds, youâre being split so open by the entirety of Getoâs ruddied, prolonged length that you see stars.
Perhaps even the gates of heaven themselves- or, at least, you would have if you hadnât caught a glimpse of his devilish leer. Gleaming pearly whites clenched so hard that his tastebuds coat with the slight twang of metal, gruff.Â
Youâre slapping at his cushy pecs and thrashing at the wide-wide-wide stretch. Even he was fucking losing it- long lashes fluttering to fight back from wrenching them shut, mouth agape, throat bobbing.Â
Grunting, âCâmon- câmon now.â Every syllable was punctuated with a harsh drag of his slobbering cock, your drenched panties only pulled to the side nâ at the complete and utter mercy of his pulsing length. His breath hitches when a solid slam! of his hips leaves your pussy spurting out in a scorching hot bucketload of slick.
Thick, sphere-shaped ends of his fingers dig underneath your underwear and reach back to give your leaking cunt a quick snap! âT-take it alllll up fâme, gorgeous. Thaâs right.â
And the sheer stretch is so good, carnally itching each inch and ounce of space inside you. The crowned cap of Getoâs boated tip makes your nails claw all dooooown his prominently muscled shoulders.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck, Suguruââ
âSâthat all ya hafta say?â With a quick roll of his hazed amethyst eyes, heâs snatching one of your wrists to trek up to his clammy throat. Sticking your palm over, heâs making sure your nails dig cutely into his skin. And through the glued cracks of your eyelids, you think you see his lips glisten with drool. âChoke me a lilâ donât be ngh- shyââ
Getoâs slender hand pops out with so many decorative veins once heâs making you tighten your clingy arms.Â
The curled tip of rose-pink tongue flops out between the slobbered crevice of your lips, and heâs slouching languidly to pound you on his vulgar length. A rocking back nâ forth that spearheads all the way from his bulbous dripping head to the neat tufts of his happy trail.
Having his own way with you, sliding that heavy cylindrical weight inside as you spill out in pitchy whines.Â
Not too fast - something laaaaazy and sensual that leaves you counting every ruthless inch. One. two. Three. Seven. Nine-Â
âSh-shit, sâtoo muchââ Youâre crying out, your lips warbling out the cutest sobs. Getoâs long, inky hair softly tickles the sides of your face as he leans down ever-closer. Letting you scratch and bruise allll that you pleased.Â
âYeah? Yeah? Take it- take it all out on me, girl.â Heâs snickering out, thwacking the curvaceous edges of his digits to make your fingernails leave pretty crescents on his heated flesh. A bright, burning blush breezes over his skin at the feeling of you caressing him from the inside. âMmm- Lemme feel ya squeeze- lemme feel it.â
So pretty the way both sets of your lips were gleaming in a burnished sheen of sap, dangling out of your entrance in slippery ribbons.Â
Honestly, youâre pulsating so hard that the throb of your fluttering folds was visible to his greedy eyes. With a sleek, quirked brow, he nudges away your sappy lips and pinches your puffed-up clit.Â
Oh, you gasp.
Such a tease. Rubbing on your clit, Getoâs egging you on with every thundering slam. Just the skidding crown of his shaft leaving simpering smooches all underneath your g-spot. He was long enough that even a slight inch too deep leaves a battered crater up against your spongy cervix, blushing red tip overspilling so many copious globs of pre.Â
Again and again.
âHarder.âÂ
âWh-what if I choke you-â
âHarder.â
His half-lidded eyes flash when the inner sides of your thighs twitch, breaths lilting unsteadily airier in a way that was so telling. You were about to cum from just his sheer size.
And as adorable as that was, Geto had something else on his mind.
Your mouth pants out a sugary puff of air when youâre manhandled in nothing but seconds. Head spinning with comical stars when heâs flipping the two of you over to rest the globes of your ass on his sharply jutted v-line. Plump clit dragging all over the wiry hair on Getoâs base.Â
Body shuddering as if you couldnât believe just how deeply plunged he was, the raised circle of his geysering orifice houndinâ your cervix. Itâs all you can do to focus your glassy peripherals on his sweetly flushed face.Â
âNowâŚâ Words coming out labored and lovingâ Geto guides your hands to squeeze his pretty neck tight. âChoke me wh-while you ride this biiig fuckinâ cock, gorgeous.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Be humble?!
âCh-Choooosoâ!â Your spit-glued lips flap stupidly with each nâ every nudging inch your sweet, sweet boyfriend was slipping inside of you. Sloooowly, so that youâre seeing stars on every thick, throbbing vein slipping past your slit. Sensually opening up spots you didnât even know existed.Â
Honestly, he wasnât even halfway in and yet he had you seeing stars- âMore. More, baby.â
And Choso? Oh, it was brutal.
The very moment that shrilling whisper departs from your pretty mouth, his parched Adamâs apple cracks with a whine. Clinging on helplessly to the side of your quivering hips with a massively clammy palm, he watches up through half-lidded eyes while you take him vulgarly good in this mating press.
Every squelch after squelch after squelch making his mushy brain oversaturated with only the thought of you and that sloppy, sloppy pussy.
A wet trickle of saliva starts up from the cherry-red corners of his lips, âOhhh, youâre so wet.â Practically swallowing every thrust. âAm- Am I really that haaaah! big, baby?â
Was that even a question?
Damn near nine- maybe even ten whole inches that snagged at your most tender orifices without even trying. Every sharp plap! of Chosoâs rutting pelvis swerving into yours left you dumbfounded, with only the slightest push of his thickly capped tip pokinâ your g-spot. So wide that your mouth was dropping into the same pathetic âoâ your pussy was being stretched out into.Â
And he was so messy with it, too - honestly, you didnât know if you were soaked through more because of your sappy wetness or because of the way that his ruby-red cockhead was drenching you from the inside out in such syrupy globs of pre.Â
Itâs sticking the inners of your trembly thighs together like adhesive, spattering out a few beaded speckles once your body comes slamming up to Chosoâs.Â
âI-it is.â You donât even have to fake the way your voice shatters, a whiny little pitch that fills his vibrating eardrums like his favorite song.Â
His massive hand digs even tighter on your waist, holding you almost midair so that your perked clit was gyrating deliciously against the scratchy texture of his dark happy trail. Frolicking to and fro, to and fro, to and fro. âI-is it really?â
âYes- yes, Choâ! C-can feel you so ngh- deep insideâŚâ Your watery pupils sprint dartingly towards the backs of your eyes, âWanâ you even deeper.â
Fuck- a steamy batch of even more precum dribbles inside your snug cunt, so much of it that Choso has to drag his thumb between your slivery slit. Scooping up a few wadded webs from your puffy folds to plug inside your mouth-
âDonât- donât s-say that! Donât talk like that-â Preeeeessing down on you with all his bulking, toned weight to make you shut up. Heâs huffinâ in scorched pants against your headlessly wheezing lips, the scratchy texture of his cute tongue coming down to flick at the drool seeping endlessly out of you. â-sâgâgonna make me cum. Gonna make meâŚâ
Choso was so fucking pretty that youâre distracted for a good few seconds.
All dampened, mahogany hair and doe-eyes that peered down at you shyly. The very bridge of his button nose crinkles once he feels your intense gaze on him, cheekbones staining with a blossoming red blush all the way from the very tips of his ears. He was hot.Â
And before you can even blink your tear-glittered lashes, youâre being flipped over with only a fraction of Chosoâs true strength. So that youâre on top of him.
Both groaning in carnal unison- did his length somehow bloat even bigger? You swear youâre feeling him bully a few more moistened inches past the rubbery ring of your entrance, tugging open your gummy walls.Â
âT-tell me how big againâ?â Slightly smug streak showing off.Â
âSo- oh!â
The plush mattress rickets out soft creaks! as his sculptured abdomen pushes upwards against your tight channel. Again. And again. And again and again- âKeep talkinâ, baby. Wanna fit it- wanna- need ta fit it allââ
Your hands sprawl out precariously on top of his tensing core, smearing over the sheeny gloss of sweat on his pecs. Gasping swiftly, âCh-Choso- nghhh- what-â Promptly, your spine arches into the perfect curvature on top of him, crashing your mouth into his. âWhat- hngh- tell me what you want, babyâ?â
Oh, Chosoâs almost too busy suckling on your kiss-bitten lips like his favorite candy to answer. Leaving a cloying stain of spittle behind, heâs slouching back into a sexy stance against the pillows. All eyes on you. âC-can do that- that lilâ thing with your ngh- chips, baby? Wanâ you to ride me hard.â
And how could you deny him when he was boring dead-on up at you with fawny heart-pupils like that?
âYou meannnnâ this?â
Geering yourself up, youâre immediately motioning your hips into the most lecherous figure eight that leaves Choso slobbering - from both fountaining divots. All the way from his simmering, drool-flooded tastebuds to that innocently strawberry-pink aperture heâs streaming out of.
Filling your tender nooks nâ crannies with so much dewy seed, his meaty thighs are splaying open like a slut so you can curve your hips into more rounded circles. Swabbing the pounding ba-dump-! of his pulsing cock âround and âround, your heart lurches to your throat when heâs tap-tap-tapping the firm ridge of his mushroomed tip on your bruised g-spot.Â
Almost likeâŚa little warning.Â
A warning before Choso grabs a fistful of your slam-impacted ass and pulling you to him. Finally, finally bottoming out.
From what sounds like far off in the distance - at least to your popped ears - lets out a strained rasp. â...swallowing me. Ngh! Swallowing allll of me, my girl.â Breathless. Broken. Octaves higher, like Choso himself couldnât believe.Â
âTh-thank you-â And all you could see of his pretty eyes right now was pure white, he was in heaven. His upper lip coating with a fresh wave of perspiration, he was practically melting into you right now. Mouth parting at the clingy strands of his own cum simply pouring out of you. âThank you- thank you thank you thank youâ nghhââ
âSâcute, Choââ He twitches rawly when you loll your head down to sneak a peck near the edge of his mouth.
âSâembarrassingâŚâ And youâre feeling his fat cock jolt a few more times inside of you, sploshing around in the mess heâs created. Dangerously so. Oh, you knew what that meant. Sparkling eyes locked down on where your pussy was throbbing, Chosoâs plump lower lip wobbles as heâs hiccuping out, âOhâŚmâgonna make a mess again, babyâŚâ
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Big, big, big
âSânot gonna fit like that, ma.â The king of curses has the audacity to roll his devilish eyes at the sight of your pitifully trembling legs, clawing a hand down your sheeny glossed inner thighs with a snicker. âYa gotta hold âem up nice and hah- wide-â
Whining, your calves burn. âLike this?â
âWider if yer gonna take me.â
Honestly, this full nelson was the absolute meanest youâve ever been put into - and Sukuna was ruthless.Â
Not even your whimpering wails was enough to stop him from stretching your drooling pussy out with rounds upon rounds upon rounds. He had stamina till the end of time- and your gummy, cum-slicked walls were simply holding him hostage.Â
Frothing out a thick knot of creamy white seed right on top of his matchingly hard cocks, one of Sukunaâs four arms reach down to thumb allll over the mess you were making. Smearing out a polished shine where his rotund tips were bawling, âWhyâs this pussy so fuckinâ wet, brat?â
With a stinging slap to your dripping pussymound - and then another one with the front of his monstrous second tongue, you were just about ready to collapse.Â
âHonestlyââ Sukunaâs cushioned pecs rumble you up nâ down like a bobblehead as he titters, pinning you down with a lilâ choking hand on your tender neck. â-do I hafta teach ya how to k-keep it inside?â
âFuh-fuuuuckâ!â The dreamy sighs of your moans increase tenfold once youâre mercilessly facing the steady lap of his tongue. His massive tongue. The one split open where Sukunaâs washboard abs were slickly glissading behind you, monstrously letting your cunt gush and pour down his second throat.Â
So filthy.Â
And Ryomen Sukuna knows he could make swift work with your milky pussy, he knows he could save you your embarrassment of hearing those raw squelch-squelch-squelches! every time the plummy hill of his tongue was flopping back nâ forth down your silvery slit.Â
But where was the fun in that?
Instead, heâs bouncing his incredibly meaty thighs to jostle your helpless body up further. Sneering, âKeh- making such a mess of things, brat. Nâ Iâm the one ta clean it up.â You swear youâre feeling both sets of his mouths grin at the glue-like coating slipping between your legs. âYa know what this means?â
It takes you a few seconds to pronounce your gasps out through the globs of spittle watering your mouth, âWh-what?â
âNow I hafta ngh- fill this cute cunt up again.â
But Sukuna didnât sound sad about that fact.
No, the exact fucking opposite. He was delighted to feel the way your aroused dribble slips out in a steady waterfall at the round, stout crowns of his cocks break past your first snug ring of muscle. Pushing and pushing and pushing.
âSâthat what you want, human?â He coos hoarsely from behind, so fucking big - all of him. Simply towering underneath you to manhandle you into every pliable position possible.Â
One of Sukunaâs pink-tipped nipples grazes your mouth and before you know it, you find yourself sucking. Tongue sloshing out such fat wads of spit that it leaves your throat feeling oh-so-parched, âShiiiit- Ya got e-even wetter, dirty lilâ thing. Look at how sheâs droolinâ fâme.â
Drooling was an understatement.Â
Your cunt was practically flooding in translucent bucketloads of silvery slick- and another hot load leaks out of you that Sukuna swipes a thumb down, popping it swiftly into his mouth.Â
So caught up in the simmering heat of his skin and his saccharine taste that you donât even realize it - anything - before Sukunaâs splitting you apart once more.
Grunting, âOi oi- watch the goods.â
Your hand reaches out somewhere, anywhereâ and ends up clawing red, red lines across his tattooed shoulders. âP-please.â Youâre babbling out stupidly, head fizzing into empty cotton at the red nâ swollen cocks stuffing inside you. Deep inside. Sukunaâs overspilling divots scrape against the tender spots embedded into your walls and leaving you sobbing.
âLoud girl.âÂ
Splat! Your mouth crashes against his palm in a gentle cupping - and not just his palm, Sukunaâs second cursed mouth that had manifested its way expressly to make out with your kiss-bitten lips.Â
Lecherous mouth parting yours to roam over nâ over into every nook and cranny, his tongue was just savoring your taste like a gummy. Your driveling sap leaving the mountain of his palm glued to your chin, Sukuna chortles, feeling the treacly splats of saliva. Hot. âWanna hear her, mâkay, ma? Her.â
Another bulky few inches of his fattened lengths, so big that every throb leaves your body jerking helplessly. Bucking and bucking - every striking pap! just to fit inside.Â
Sukuna was so inhumanly big - both of his cocks so achingly hard itâs as if they were made out of diamonds. Stacked right one on top of the other and sagging your poor cunt with the sheer weight of him.Â
As if he stretches on for miiiiles before your tear-dropped gaze catches sight of those sexy black rings tattooed around Sukunaâs bases. Barely even visible underneath the frosty white syrupy of his seed sploshing at your womb.Â
Every tiny slip nâ slide makes his slick lengths rub deliciously against one another, stretching you out wiiiidely. The fat spherical curves of his cockhead pull you tautly open until youâre speechless. He didnât even need to try to leave your tummy bloated with the cylindrical bumps of his twin, swollen cocks. âAwww, look at that lilâ ngh! Bulge.â
Caressing a thickened pad of one set of fingers over where he was filling you up ridiculously, pressing down. Hard. âKuna-â
âHmm- say the magic word. Beg a lilâ more fâme.â
Your jittery legs are pushing back and heâs dragging you back down. It always did make him groan just how much you could take, stoppinâ you from running your pretty self away. âPlease!â
Sloppily jerking until with a final, heaving rut- heâs bottoming out.
âPlease- please please pleaseââ The caps of your knees hit your tits while Sukuna splays you out sluttily, blinking down eagerly at the way your crevice gulps him till the very end. Overstuffed. âFuck me- ngh! Fuck me, Kunaââ
âOh- mânot just gonna fuck you, spoiled bratââ Heâs biting down on his lip, feeling the way your sloppy pussy clenches in surprise once the textured edge of his second mouth once more tickles your outer folds. And you gaspâ
âWhaaaat?â Sukuna drawls, dangerous. Pussydrunk- enough that youâre sure his next few sloppy syllables come out a whine. âMâhungry, ma. Nâ youâre the sweetest lilâ desert.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - âSh-shut upâŚâ
And not even Inoâs desperate tug âround his sweat-tinted ski mask could hide away the feverish blush cascading across his face. Growing ever-redder whilst he snaps off the last few dampened remnants of his condom.
Broken.
Your mouth waters with something hotly simmering as you take in the entire sight of his ruby-red tip, as plump nâ wet as a popsicle - and just as sweet, youâre sure. Now, Ino was bigâ prettily thick enough to leave your cunt throbbing, with veins for daaays decorating his length.Â
Throb-throb-throbbing merely at the thought of you.Â
And the only thing more irresistible than his fat, swollen cock was the boy himself in all his pussydrunken glory.Â
Your tone dips with something sensual, thick whilst the words depart from your ajar maw. âBabyâ show me your face.â Youâre perking your hips up to his, drawing looong slippery glides down his perfectly ridged length. âCâmon, Takuââ
The tawny edges of his bangs fray out, almost curtaining his dewy, half-lidded eyes. Ino leaves a staccato of thwack! thwack! thwacks! right over the saturated slope of your pussy. Spit-dribbled lips parting with need, âSh-shhhh. Mâgonna hah- cum from jusâ that pretty voice, sweetness.â
Youâre almost left speechless at the utterly vulgar slurps emanating from down under, just the crowned tip of his maddening length teasing your sloppy entrance. Your rubbery hole catches on his globe-shaped cockhead and you almost keenâ
âOh, Takuââ Your voice warbles out prettily, trilling with the type of pout you knew would make his heart race. âWanâ you to give it tâme- donât be shy, please, baby.â
The only indication that your poor boyfriend had heard you was the pink flush breezing all over the tip of his ears to the back of his neck. And Ino sinks the pearly white edges of his teeth into his lower lip, a thin trail of sweat beading down his temple.Â
Pumping his hips in a sultry back nâ forth, the tip-top of his streaming divot spurts out the most lecherous globs of pre that drip between your slit. Down, down, down.
Greedy hands sliding underneath his mask, pulling it off- âPl- mmpf!â
He couldnât handle another beg from your gorgeous, gorgeous mouth. Couldnât handle another second of you drooling from both puffy lips in need of his fat cock.Â
Before you can even let out the final few syllables of your finishing blow, Ino sticks his hands into an interlacing crown on top of your sweaty scalp and pushes you down. Teasingly slow so that youâre crying out on every zig-zagging vein scratching your magical insides, the plummy ends of his base leaving your tender pussymound stinging with his chesnut happy trail.Â
Pushing and pushing, every thickly bludgeoning inch leaves you slobbering. Your hazy irises running away alllll the way towards the deep, dark depths of your eyelids at the feeling of him probing.Â
And when it rainsâ it pours.Â
Just a single inch - not even halfway inside your fountaining orifice and Ino finds himself gone. Long lashes flapping, spit-slicked mouth gawking, fuck- even his poor thighs were trembling with every suckling slip youâre swallowing up.
âOhâŚoh.â Comes out Inoâs labored breaths, the plumpness of his lips dragging mindlessly across your cheek. Huff! huff! huff! comes out his steaming pants, voice croaking. âTh-think IâmâŚin love-â
Smearing your shaky legs further apart, the circles of Inoâs eyes dart down to watch every. single. second of the way your swollen pussylips were quivering around his proud cylindrical circumference. Aroused.Â
âT-Taku.â You whisper, and the man flinches. Moving in a flurry - moving all at once to shrug off his ski mask completely and watch you.
Almost as if on autopilot, the doughy tips of his digits dart down to your clit. Tender. Worshipping. Drawing the most filthy circles right over where your hooded peak was the utmost sensitive- you swear you even catch him scooping up a few wadded knots of your juicy slick and slipping them into his mouth.
The blacks of his pupils dilate once a deepening push has your snug ring of muscle resisting - his wide girth so fucking big that youâre still struggling to take him. Oh, somewhere along your sap-flooded walls, you feel his bulbous head starting pulsing.Â
âGo inside.â Ino strains out - still not looking at you, still not even breathing. âGo inside go inside go- please-â His melodic baritone cracks after every rut, every massage of his toned abdomen tensing over yours. Fingers faster, yearning. âK-keep your legs held up fâme, pretty- câmonââ
Your limbs are trembling, aching at the stinging slams he was pouncing on you. Battering away. The only thing flitting about your mind being the raw stretch and Inoâs â-pleasepleaseplease. Take it.â
And once you do - once with a good few vulgar strokes, he bottoms out - Ino thinks heâs seeing heaven. The fringes of his fingertips twitching on your sensitive nub, making you see stars.Â
A fog of sweltering groans escapes him, toned chest glittering with a few specks of sweat as he heaves. As he hunches his shuddering body over and bucksâ
âSh-shiiiit, Takuâ!â Your jaw drops into the prettiest lilâ oh! Hips raising a few centimeters off of your creaky bedsprings with sheer force because Ino was fucking into you rough. âItâs good- so good s-soooââ
âYeah? Yeah?â
Something in Inoâs voice was taking a high lilt, crazed. And your eyes shutter at the slow buzzing sensation of cursed energy leaking from his fingerpads. Possibly to stop the two of you from breaking bones.
Youâre gurgling out, âYouâre so pretty Takuââ
Suddenly, his round tip swabs the doorway to your womb pointedly. Swiping a generous dollop of creamy pre, and Inoâs breath catches. Feeling the heated mess heâs making inside, wanting to make more. The clingy center of his palm touches right over the middle of your tummy, pushing down. âI love you.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - STRONGEST
You knew you shouldnât have let Gojo Satoru hear about this lilâ thing called aâŚmating press. You knew you shouldnât have painted a sinful enough picture that the strongest lost his goddamn mind.Â
Pretty cerulean eyes flashing with something primal before he promptly threw you over his shoulder and fucking teleported to your bedroom nearby. After that it was lights out for youâ or, at least, it was hours and hours ago.Â
His slightly-trimmed happy trail drenched until the snowy whiteâs almost turning into a faint purple, the length of his ravaged nâ raw aching cock still jackhammers away in overstimulated little rocks against your hips.Â
Over and over Gojoâs reaching magical orifices you never knew possible. So biiiig that each thrust feels like an eon, dragging dragging dragging all the way from his blossomed red tip to his massively bulged hilt. Ridiculously wide.
Fat wads of knotted cum clinging onto the tender underside of his blushing shaft, heâs positively ruining you from the inside out. Stirring your goopy insides about with every maddened slam! his vicious pace, the pinpricked divot right on the middle of his globed mushroom tip stings with how hard heâs plapping into you. Â
âPlease- p-pleaseââ Your eyes crinkling with adorable beads of tears that sparkle in the dim lighting- in the way Gojoâs own gaze glows with bolts of blue, blue lightning. âSâfuckinâ good, Toruââ
And not even that lilâ nickname of yours makes Gojo move- doesnât even make him falter like he usually would. As if he was in a trance.Â
Plunging and plunging the barrelling inches of his girthy length until all gusts of air whoosh from your panting lungs. He weighs his towering, sheened body over your own and presses down, thumbing away your sap-glued folds with a squelching sluuurp to help you take him all in.Â
âGotta- gotta get you-â Comes out his crackling voice, raspy. Broken enough that itâs almost a growl - heâs set off and he wonât stop. âGotta get you- need to get you-â
âGet- get me whatââ Youâre gurgling out, even though you already had a fuzzy inkling about the answer.Â
âGotta get youâŚâ Heâs trailing off, mellifluous voice withering away into nothing when a hand drifts over your tummy. Where a luscious little bump was formulating, where it was growing ever-rounder nâ rounder with every splosh of buttery pre being pumped into you. Oh.Â
Thereâs a leaden ball permanently homing itself in Gojoâs bobbing throat like he couldnât even begin to finish his sultry sentences. Simply letting them waft over the clam-struck crook of your neck right along with spattering sprays of perspiration.Â
And tears. Oh, were there tears.
Your lovely boyfriendâs pretty peripherals were just glossed over with so many countless layers of water, salted caramel tears striking your features after every whacking slap!
So wide that even your unfastened maw couldnât open into a sweetly innocent âoâ as girthy as that of your slick-pouring hole. Rubbery ring stretched out soooo fucking wide that those brutal bucks made you overspill with Gojoâs soppy white cum.
Gasping. Heaving from the deepest depths of his chiseled chest, âCâmon- in- in in inââ
Struggling to fit him in with all your sappy stuffing.Â
âN-noooo sâleakingâŚâ Your whining whimpers reach his popped eardrums and make the strongest jolt, like heâd just been struck by a thousand different voltages. Blearily, his pupils escape from the backs of his heavy lids and rest - unfocused - on your fucked-out face. You pout, â-sâwasting.â
And Gojoâs eyes sliiiide sluggishly down to where your pretty pussy was leaking, drooling with an ivory fountain of seed. And then allll the way back to your hazed heart-eyes. Oh.Â
You were fucked.Â
It all happens in a singular bat of your tear-stuck lashes- in one nanosecond, Gojoâs soundlessly rovering his elongated fingers to scope between your dampened thighs and casting a miniature limitless. Plugging you up until those sloshing ribbons of cum were ceased right behind your geysering entrance.Â
Full.Â
âNow sâin-â Gojo gapes, and somewhere along the way youâre registering that his softened palm on your tummy is simmering out steam. Powerful. A scorched burn of a blush invading his handsome cheeks- âNow for her- her-â The hand toying with your pussymound slips a singular fingerpad inside to stretch you wiiiide open- â-need inside. Inside.â
Pounding and pounding, the velvety hug of your pussy was so tight that every swollen, red inch inside let off the most lecherous squelches. Your pupils swirl in stupid circles, âInside- w-wanâ it all inside, Satoru.â
Gojoâs pace was starting to sound like rapid clapping, the smell of powerful ozone and sex clinging onto him by the time he bumps his sweat-matted forehead into yours.Â
Whispering from the guttural back of his rusty throat, âYou can do- you can you can d-do it, sweetheart.â Itâs just about the first coherent sentence heâs let off in hours now, unable to even speak unless he wants to exert himself- or cum.
The fringe of his pasty end of his thumb sticks like adhesive against your pussy and lets himself plunge in ever-deeper. âTake it. Take it, please.â Rumbling baritone breaking. A crooked smile twists his cherry-red lips, crazed. âGotta get you pregnant, my girl.â
It was a promise - and Gojo Satoru was a man of his word.Â
A steaming cloud of moans depart from your bruised lips when Gojo circles his motioning hips back just enough- enough to angle out a direct whack to your cervix and hit it. Bottoming all out.Â
The stretch was astronomical now that his tender ballsack was up nâ personal with the treacly base of your cunt, twitching the very moment a surprised bout of slick seeps through his limitless and drenches him. And youâre simply mewling at the texture of his tiny white curls tickling your clit.Â
Swirlinâ the shivering tip of his shaft until heâs thoroughly massaging all your sweetest spots, mapped out. Though, the way that a ring of cursed energy circles Gojoâs sapphire irises makes you think heâs using his power without even realizing.Â
Without even thinking. Without even breathingâ nothing but a low mutter of âGet pregnant- get- get pregnant.â Burning fingertips smearing your legs open wider, âNeed it- want it- gotta breed- fuck! Gotta get- pregnant-â
Your knees slap the mounds of your tits, back arching helplessly against your coiled mattress springs- and you swear a few were breaking through the silken sheets. Tattered. âGive it- fuck fuuuuckââ
Filthy, desperate probes.Â
You didnât know who was more gone - you or him.
Heâs just so hot that heâs practically burning. Feverish all the way from the simmering sizzle of skin pressed up against your skin, and the furious tip on his massively tunneling length. Red hot. Simply melting.
Hooded eyes locked on your bulging pussylips, his swallowed-up digits give a firm sort of spank just to confirm. Just to make sure his saccharine mind wasnât dreaming.Â
âItâs inââ he breathes out, overworking heart thud-thud-thudding against your chest whilst he still failed to catch his breath. A silvery globule of spit dribbles from Gojoâs hanging maw to yours, wrenched shut by one of his firm hands so you can swallow. â-all in. All mine. Mine t-tâget you pregnant, my girl.â
And this is where the real fun was about to start.
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - Rodeo Romeo!
Higuruma wasnât just big - he was massive.Â
He was thrusting the knobbled globe of his cock past your gluey, glutinous lips and watching with a slight blush as you whiiiine. Your spit slicking out in thin ribbons each nâ every time he dips his rounded mushroom tip in a deep push into your mushy depths.Â
So springy, even the slightest recoil leaves you aching for moreâ stringing out pearly beads of slick. Heâs just so plump that you can feel his dribbling orifice cushion your g-spots with repeated blows. Again and again.
Until your knuckles pull taut against the edge of his office deskâ right where your husbandâs laptop was open on a partly-muted work call only mere inches away.
Itâd taken about an hour - an hour of cockwarming and teasing and driving the stoic man wild until heâd crushed that button to turn the camera off and immediately plugged you stupidly full. Just like youâd wanted.
âYa got it, angel.â Higuruma lets off gruff whispers against one of your ears, snickering to himself at the way his scorched hot breaths make your skin erupt in goosebumps. The wiry frames of his work glasses press up against your tender throat- frigid plastic steaming cold. âSâgood, hm?â
So intimate - even though your buzzing eardrums could make out the noises of his colleagues chatting so closely. So lecherously.Â
âS-sâgoodââ you breathe, squirming at the way his fattened balls meeting your plump folds in a loving kiss hello. You lurch at the slight wet plop! of his battering cock sinking even deeper inside of you. âSo good, Hiromi.â
His fatly padded thumb draws sensual circles where your hips are hitting at a stinging pace, âYeahhh? Why donâtcha r-ride it then, sugar?âÂ
Oh, your weakened knees are on the very verge of collapsing simply at the thought. Thighs shaking lewdly as your body moves before your hazed mind, a clingy film of tears glossing over your eyes once your ass settles on Higurumaâs manspread lap and pushesâ
âH-hck! Hiromiâ!â You hiccup- shit. Hands flying up to your leaky mouth to firmly slam it shut- your eyes roll to the back of your head at the warm splatters of drool that seep into your doughy palm.
âSâokay- sâokaaaayââ Higuruma croons from behind, the forefront of his abs tensing sexily as heâs bucking off the chair from behind to meet your sloppy cadence. Long nâ swollen cock prying your sticky walls apart until any and every thought of the work meeting flits from your mind.Â
Heâs probinâ his most prominent vein up against your bulging g-spot, hips angling to massage in exactly how you loved it. How you loved this biiig stretch. âNo oneâs gonna know.â
Your tear-stained head raises blearily up at him, âWh-what?â
âNo oneâs gonna ngh- know, angel.â Nodding his head towards where the call was muted and had the camera off. Youâre arched so perfectly on his thick, muscled thighs that Higuruma canât help but jerk his knees in a slight bounce.Â
Thereâs a rickety creeeak! of his seat as heâs lifting up your ass so that he can take a loooong, proud look. âOh, look how wet she is.â Pinkish tongue gliding along his lower lip at the sight, âRide it-â Pausing for just a second to slap the spherical pads of his fingers on your asscheek, â-ride it like itâs y-yours, sugar.â
And you couldnât stay silent even if you wanted to.Â
The sharply spanking slam of your hips back into his was just so sinful, fleshy mounds of your ass jiggling with each impact after impact. Repeatedly. Higurumaâs tufted hair scratches the tender outer edges of your pussy and makes you shrill.
âP-please-â You sound as if youâre on the edge, face burying into your hands- only for them to be ripped away by your husband.
Pecking his soft lips near the edges of your slobbery maw, darting his tongue out to liiiick sultry flops of his tastebuds across your streaky tears. His plump lips suckle âround your candied tongue, âTheeeere she is, good girl- good girl. Faster.â
Hands grappling for the table- the blank documents he really shouldâve been working on. Your head throws back with a breaking mewl, âFuck- fuuuuckââ
âFaster now- atta girl.â Brazen dollops of pre trickle down, down, doooown your dewy walls and out from your silvery slit. Higurumaâs thighs twitch with the boiling hot splatters of it hitting his papping limbsâ harsh.Â
âRide it- ride this biiiig fuckinâ cock now.â
Harsher and harsher, his cherry-red leaking tip is just probing upwards against your cadence. With a squeeze of your gushing insides that makes him groan, it takes Higuruma a good few seconds to realize that his name is being called from what seems like eons away.
Before you can think - before you can even breathe - his ringed finger comes barreling between your pouring lips. âShhhh, suck on it.â He gruffs out. Curling that cold wedding back right into the sensitive back of your throatâ Higuruma unmutes.Â
Something about contracts, something about business that still canât distract him from how well you were milking every solid inch of him.
And with one hit - two - youâre not just drooling all âround his fattened, split-end length- youâre cumming. Sparks of white-hot flashing behind your eyes and making syrupy globules of spittle drip down to his pale wrist. Your body gives a sudden rut- and oh, Higuruma just about loses his mind.
Voice cracking mid-sentence, nostrils flaring, his darkened eyes widen at the realization that you were reaching your highest point already.Â
âH-HiroâŚâ Your barely-audible mewls make Higurumaâs nails claw into the plush of your pretty, pretty thighs. Slamming âexitâ on his call as rapidly as humanly possibleâ
With a wet splosh tuning from between your slapping thighs, your husbandâs shoving you into the biting mahogany of his desk and pumping you full of such thick, wadded droplets of cum. Loooong, long ribbons that splash all the way from the buttery puddle on your cervix to where your pussylips were overspilling.
Torrents. He was cumming more than usual, tooâ gruff tone ripping out of him rawly, âTh-thinkââ So mean with his cock, youâre ending up reaching your own orgasm probably a few more times at the way he was drilling into you like a beast. âFuck- fuck, I c-canât think.â
Sinking himself all balls-deep, you were positively fit to burst. His rugged pace carving out a special lilâ bruise where your spongy pussy ended. Your tummy flutters incredibly with both butterflies and the treacly sap of his cum drip-drip-driiiiping out of you.Â
Unbuttoned shirt tracing your sweat-dripped spine, chiseled abs glissading down your skin, his fogged-up glasses were all but toppling off of his flushed cheeks.Â
Steamy, flattened tone licking a looong strip from your shoulder to your sagged mouth, Higuruma haphazardly tosses one of his muscular legs on the desk and bucks his ripped frontâ âMânext assignmentâs g-getting this pussy bred, angel.â
A/N. Yâall I think ovulationâs near- ANYWAYS, I hope you have a lovely week <33
18+ NSFW CALEB HEADCANON, HEAR ME OUT! IF YOU ARE A MINOR THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING DO NOT TOUCH THIS WITH A 90-FOOT-POLE
ALSO I SOUND LIKE A MADMAN BUT HEAR ME OUT OK JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT--
caleb gets worse and more depraved the longer sex goes on
HEAR ME OUT. JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT.
The more he has you, the less restraint he has. by the time you're spent, he's PROBABLY STILL GOING SO LONG AS YOU DON'T ASK HIM TO STOP OR YOU DO NOT USE THE SAFE WORD (he abides by safe word and is heavy on consent, never assume otherwise)
It'll start with him on top of you, probably being rough (because let's be so real here Caleb is a freak and you are too), doing the usual, he'd encourage you to squirt, to cum, he'd whisper how filthy you are and how you're so perfect for him. he'll ask if you're aware about the size difference between you and him and how he could easily crush you, how he could ruin you for anyone else (oh but you would like that, wouldn't you baby? is probably what he'd ask)
I'M SAYING HE GETS WORSE AS TIME GOES ON. LET ME COOK HEREâHE GETS EXPONENTIALLY WORSE AND MORE UNHINGED THE LONGER THE SEX CONTINUES.
you think you're getting overstimulated? man's trying to get his cock milked over and over again, he's AIMING to be overstimulated. he wants to feel the warmth, the tightness, he wants to merge your flesh into one because HE IS THAT OBSESSED WITH YOUâ
at some point he'd lose it entirely, start rambling about other things you could do.
"want me to tie you up, huh? use that little baton from when we first reunited, that thing in interrogations? oh you want that soooo bad don't you? want a collar around your little neck, want me to leash you and drag you around the room? you want me in uniform, want me to be gloved, spank you for misbehaving? how about i use my evol, fuck you against the wall, the ceiling? zero gravity even, drag you down on my cock? or maybe you wanna resonate, huh? wanna hear the disgusting things i think about, feel the way i feel whenever i thrust in and out of you?"
YEAH HE RAMBLES MORE THE LONGER THE SEX GOES ON. BECAUSE HE'S LOSING HIS GODDAMN MIND.
like he will start spouting out the most depraved thoughts he has of you the longer it goes, confessions spilling from his mouth. he's good at restraining, really, he is, but the longer he's inside you, the more of you he's tasted, THAT MAN? GONE. RESTRAINT? BYEEEEEEE
because you feel so good, and now his moans are turning into full on whimpers, and the moment you start seeming tired, and the moment he knows you've been going for WAY TOO LONG, he'll start bargaining
"I promise this'll end in seven minutes, just seven more minutes, need seven more minutes in heaven with you please please, please just pleaseâ"
and then when you PASS that seven minute mark (he's so invested), he finally becomes so whiny and apologizing
"I'm a filthy dog, they're right, I'm a disgusting mutt, I'm a beast, I'm a gross pervert, all I want is to take you and break you and rebuild you and mold you, I want you all to myself, I want to keep you here forever and fuck you like this forever, fuck, I'm a selfish disgusting bastard, I can'tâ"
he'll start raving on and on about how addicted he is, how he can't live without you, how you feel so good that he can't breathe, how he wants to stay right there with you, never leave, keep you there, breed you, and how he knows that he's a gross, disgusting pervert who's so honed in on fucking you out of your mind because it feels too good, he loves you so much, he needs you, he CRAVES you, but he's such a disgusting person and you're a divine being that's giving a sinner like him a chance--
Promise when he comes down from his high or you say the safe word that he'll return to normal and probably regret pushing it too far, ask if he did too much, etc.
he'll give you aftercare, he'll help you if you feel wobbly, he'll apologize over and over again for pushing your limits, say that you did so well and thank you for putting up with him...
...just... just know if you encourage him he will get even worse and you are in trouble
This man needs to be restrained and he would gladly BE restrained cuz the moments restraints are off and he gets a piece of you, KNOW HE WILL GET EXPONENTIALLY WORSE
(and if you're into that you should rile him up actually)